Metróhuzat [English translation]

Everyone is in a hurry,

Everyone is going.

Everyone is nobody to

Everyone.

The metro is rushing,

Intrusion isn't retro.

The silent mass is

Stone cold.

They make tracks

for the void.

Sometimes all people

run out of here.

The train pulls into a black hole.

There is a metro-draft under the ground.

You're being assessed by eye beam lights.

I catch one - it so happens, yours-,

I look back, and I feel like,

This is when life so far ends

My hand is fumbling,

Head is empty.

That's how it goes about

something every day

Time goes by,

Confetti rain is pouring.

The dirty street-depth

is coughing.

I come by here

Often.

The globe is dusty,

it slowly falls apart.