Stop on, hey you train, Let your wheels don't be knocking... Conductor, press-down the stop-machine! I'm hurrying to my mother With last congratulations And now by her eyes I should be seen. Don't wait for me mother, Your son is not a good son, Your son will never be the same... Today I've been sucked By dirty bog of danger And now all my life is like a game. Stop on, hey you train, Let your wheels don't be knocking... It's now time to look eyes fortune's in... Until it is not late For making stopping station, Conductor, press-down the stop-machine!