This evening I’ll memorize and leave it in my soul -
Not a festive table, not the meeting with friends:
Today I’m the main dispatcher in full control,
And today switch train tracks on my own I can.

And although in the deserts I send trains,
Where there are only dunes and hot sun in the sky, -
My trains will not return empty again,
While my oasis has not yet withered and die.

I’ve traveled enough and even above the norm, -
I stand, remembering, squeezing checkbox,
As I sped in the train past the sleeping platforms
And rivers with bridges that I burned, when I crossed.

Now into the distant desert I send many trains,
Where there are only dunes and hot sun in the sky, -
My trains will not return empty again
While my oasis has not yet withered and die.

They will rush around the world without me -
I don’t wring my hands I don’t cry out loud, -
Otherwise they will impose passengers on me -
Which I don’t want to get on the train, no doubt.

So, into the distant desert I sent many trains,
Where there are only dunes and hot sun in the sky, -
My trains will not return empty again,
While my oasis has not yet withered and die.

The ice melted as well as miles and years -
My first train came back to the station, -
And my precious rocks it did not delivered,
But the rails are humming and he’s back home.

Let’s stand a little to cool down and rest:
You haven’t met a river, you’re red-hot my friend.
I myself didn’t go with you in the desert -
And now my oasis was killed by the sand.