Debates in a train car are all good for nothing
When drinks are no longer in stock
The train’s rolling on, the bottle is emptied
And everyone’s tempted to talk
And two of them clashed like the sea and the rockface
Click-clacking drove off their drowse
And one of them said, "Our life is a fast train"
"A platform it is", he heard
And one of them claimed, “Our tracks are all clear”
“Who are we to choose?” asked the other
One said, "On this train we are engineers"
"We’re passengers here," said the other
And one of them said, “The reward’s our freedom.
We know where to drive our train"
The other one said, "Thinking big is your problem.
We’ll have to get off in the end"
The first crying out, "They give us a green flag
For many long years to come"
The second went like, "Who knows how many.
Depends on the price for the ride"
The first one, he yelled, "Why don't we go wherevers
And veer off, if need be, old man"
The second replied the train only follows
The rails of the permanent way
They both got off near Taganrog town
Amidst the vastness of steppe
And each of them took a track of his own
Its own followed the train