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!