Train = Life

The train goes, goes too fast
The rails dictate the way
He really, really hates this path
He wants to run away
From his fate, from his fate!

He wants to change the stream.
And now this train
Wants to be himself
To act with no pretence
To believe in a dream

But then the train thought
That he must follow this route
Only switchman can change it if he wants!
But suddenly the train saw the other rails, saw the other rails
And he thought that it was easy to go down
From the usual way.
He thought, «This is my chance
To write my own story right now!»
He thought, «This is my chance
To write my own story right now!»

But the train knocked against stone
It happened on the bridge
It happened on the bridge
And he flew as Icarus had taught
He fell asleep without hope
But the train avoided the fate
Another rails rose out of nowhere.
The train thought that it was the right way
But he felt like a slave when he was there.
But he felt like a slave when he was there!

He wants to change the stream.
And now this train
Wants to be himself
To act with no pretence
To believe in a dream

The way was long and hard
But he believed that the escape could be found,
His life could be changed in an instant.
This train is Life! I’ll take it into account!