(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

I guess I’s walking too much way within my soul,
the spring, she’s still here,
the summer always will
if I live,
the snowdrops, sands, leaves, snowfall,
all will start to bloom,
the autumn, she’s still here,
the winter always will
as long as I live.

oh, sweet train,
take me to my good, safe home,
oh, dear train,
lead me to where I belong.

I was where no one could think someone ever could reach,
where you could dream in grass
a dream which could not miss
the right point,
I drank & eat into mad summers that I love,
the sea was giving me
a red stone that, you see,
is my whole good life.

I was walking through gold summer towards autumn,
I’ve almost being mad,
I switched the words instead,
I felt good,
the winter’s always too far, locked within our souls,
& here’s the place things goes,
to beautiful home songs
as long as we live.

oh, sweet train,
take us to our good, safe home,
oh, dear train,
lead us to where we belong.