Железо поёт [Zhelezo poyot] [English translation]

There are shadows across steppe empty of people,

Roots are stiring under earth,

Nightbeasts are scouring about in search of food,

Condensed moisture is pacing along the track of leaves.

Night is dripping out of cracks and hollows,

Light becomes merciless towards darkness.

Motionless clouds are looking from afar

On their own reflection in river.

And the train is going, and iron is singing!

Iron knows just a couple of notes.

Seeping into bones, fretting,

The living heart is beating under the iron skin!

Forward!

We are rushing along the bridge over glassy watersurface.

Meanwhile, other trains are lying somewhere,

Rusted carcasses, contorted scrap,

Their doors wide open in still scream...

The iron dinosaur does not feel pain

But his monotonous song is dreary:

"Towards trees, towards fog -

Till I'm thing of naught!"

The train is going, and iron is singing!

Iron knows just a couple of notes.

Seeping into bones, fretting,

The living heart is beating under the iron skin!

Forward! - He's rushing along the way singing,

Bringing iced dew down,

And this song's lyrics are put down in red ink

In the sky... but this is just the evening glow burned low...

Shutting my eyes, I am singing along with the wheels.

It is always early autumn where I am awakening tomorrow.

And my orchard is bowing right before water,

Letting its leaves and fruits fall...

I'm running towards the hut, it is showing black, smudgy.

The beach is empty of people, strewed with seashells,

Not even a beach but the indented shore scarred with rivers...

I am making my escape!

And the train is going, and iron is singing!

Iron knows just a couple of notes.

Seeping into bones, fretting,

The living heart is beating under the iron skin!

Forward! - He's rushing along the way singing,

Bringing iced dew down,

And this song's lyrics are put down in red ink

In the sky... but this is just the evening glow burned low...