Поезд [Poezd] [English translation]

The train rushes forward,

And the beat in the temples

Is telling me in the rhythm of the wheels:

'Tomorrow something will happen

Tomorrow the today's dreams

May come true'.

In the darkness, with the temple

Pressed against cold glass,

I follow the thought which,

Having become free,

Gets compact and brief,

As a spoken word.

The trip is senseless, the moment is nonchalant,

I see an unfamiliar city.

I've reached the terminal station,

So I hurry to take the train back.

I want to believe that

All the paths eventually bring one home.

Hurry, run, bid farewells.

Don't look back

Nor for sorrow, nor for happiness

Believe, hope, wait, despair

But come back, come back

If you have the place to return to...