The Quiet Train Мой поезд трогается тихо...

Railway Ballad (English Version)

[Verse 1]
The train starts moving quietly,
So little time is left to bide...
The bitter hardships faced by me,
Are things from you I’d rather hide.

The miles are flashing past the glass;
I write, then tear my lines in two...
Your portrait watched the moments pass,
Hung on my cabin wall in view.

[Verse 2]
The train rushed onward through the storm,
And framed within the window glass,
My native land revealed its form;
I watched the fleeting visions pass.

Unbidden tears obscured my sight,
Yet you are not to blame, I know;
For I was blinded by the white
Of birches, pure as virgin snow.

[Verse 3]
A winding brook, the maples glow—
A beauty words cannot translate!
My sweet green-eyed Alena, though,
I fear you’ve grown too tired to wait.

And we will reminisce at home,
The quiet sorrow left behind,
The light's cascade of the aerodrome,
And flowing rails that stretch and wind.

[Outro]
But now the train moves quietly,
So little time is left to bide...
The bitter hardships faced by me,
Are things from you I’d rather hide.