Великая Железнодорожная Симфония [Velikaya Zheleznodorozhnaya Simfoniya] [English translation]

Learning how to be an infant, I was searching for a dock,

Forehead shattering to shrapnel over central stumbling block.

Living in the Holy Spirit can be fun and hardly sucks,

Through this world a train is speeding, you are riding on the tracks.

When you are young – it’s dull in Heaven, when you are older – entry’s barred.

At Golgotha Buddha’s yelling, screaming loud: “Allah Achbar”.

Place of mine remains uncertain, since I visited this side,

The machinist doesn’t notice that you are forever mine.

There is land without madness; there is land without force.

Crystal coffin and its candles, tightly sealed with two-by-fours

Only these Seraphs are singing when its spring and they are free,

The machinist sees no meaning, when he’s bringing you to me.

Universal change is common, everyone decays apart.

Loving Flora and the Fauna – no space left inside my heart.

Locomotive runs in circles, rails are melting, like a dream,

The machinist doesn’t notice that he’s bringing you to me.