My train of life is rushing in acceleration;
There is one coupe and one wagon in it.
There are no other passengers on that train.
This train is just for me.
I'm holding an invisible ticket,
Punched as many times as the number of years, that I have lived .
Each year, the Controller checked it,
Making sure that I don't miss my end station.
I am sitting on the shelf, staring out the window.
There miles are flashing, but I don't worry.
As long as the wheels knock on the rails ...
But I know that for me there is no turning back.
My train of life is rushing in acceleration;
There is one coupe and one wagon in it.
Among the dark night or nice bright day
My stop will catch up to me.
