The last train will leave for sky at midnight
From a small station covered with snowy hat
A railway-man will come back to his cell
And he’ll lie down on the bed in his boots
He’ll glance at somebody’s faded photo
He’ll pour down and will have a snack of salty tear,
He’ll open the window, he’ll take his old gun,
And will shoot down a star after another
But the train is moving farther to the sky
On the moony way he’ll go far
But the train will take from here to the sky
All those whom it’s possible to help somehow
The railway-man out of his smashed pockets
Of the worn uniform will take to the light
A much worn three rouble note, an iron spoon
And a ticket of the departed train
And when in east the sun will rise
And will disperse the night sadness with its rays
He’ll take out his old gun with big shot
And will put the iron to the sick whisky
But the train is moving farther to the sky
On the moony way he’ll go far
But the train will take from here to the sky
All those whom it’s possible to help somehow