These are your train and ticket yours, The best preserved just for you, my friend, of case - In colored paradise to see your dream, Three hundred years watching your movie, as it seems. And all is gone - all seals for while - All items are packed, and smuggling is denied As a cherub, you are sterile - At the second class, where linens are supplied. Everything goes, whatever expected - The train runs in haven - and smile on your lip, O, how is desirable, how is requested - Do not to die - but just to get a sleep! The Earth platform - you should be glad, Don’t cry for him - for our screaming he is deaf, He’s going to see our Father God - To haven traveling, as soon this world is left. Please, tell “Hello” from us to him, But if forget to tell - no problem, we’ll not ask “why” We will survive a few years, it seems, Before we all have to lie and die. Everything goes, whatever expected - The train runs in haven - and smile on your lip, O, how is desirable, how is requested - Do not to die - but just get to sleep! And each will pass, leaving this world All our descendants within three hundred years, And please, O Lord - no nuclear war - To meet the grand grandsons will have no any sense You’re waken up - on way to come To see the world where’s no cancer - looks so cool! Where Hon Kong flu is overcome - All you desires are met; you are happy, silly fool? Everything goes, whatever expected - The train runs in haven - and smile on your lip, O, how is desirable, how is requested - Do not to die - but just get to sleep!                 A bell is ringing - go to nowhere, The lucky way - you happy dream, And if you really see God there - Please, don’t forget to tell “Hello” from us to him.
© Dmytro Bryushkov. Translation, 2015