A night train from the hinterlands to Moscow
Is heading North, North, North.
The conductor is asleep as well as my drunken companions,
But I still can't get to sleep.
The railway lamps are burning dimly,
A horn is howling somewhere far away.
The sunrise has started a slow break now,
The day will be gloomy.
Faith, you're all I still have!
Faith, you're all I still have...
It seems as though happiness grew in other countries,
Like some exotic fruit.
Many daring people
Are still looking for it far from here.
Faith, you're all I still have!
Faith, you're all I still have...
Faith, you're all I still have!
Faith, you're all I still have...
I only hope for God
While the train is crawling as if on thin ice.
If I don't become insane on the way,
I'll go to church tomorrow.
Faith!
Faith!