Traveling by... train

You are born, you open your eyes
and you are at some station
you look around timidly and lo and behold, fuchi
the strange thing shrouded in steam.
You wince involuntarily from the scary whistle
and clang of metal terribly scripts,
you step slightly off the dusty tile,
you look around timidly with wild eyes.
You decide and climb into the strange wonder,
you get in... seats, coupe,
everything is somehow so crazy
and you leave without knowing where.
Two outside drinking beer,
another feeds in the corner curled up,
some grandmother is packing the luggage,
a third kicks the compartment open.
All with their outline have left,
and no one knows where
they travel somewhere, their faces covered,
and you... you have the eyes of a child...
You look around the world, and outside, through the glass,
Countless paintings are lined up,
life is rushing around you
and there is not a moment's rest.
They pass their stations one by one,
and the train keeps going
you look in the glass and barely see
how old age shakes hands with you.
And here comes the "conductor" at the end,
and you have no money, no ticket,
because you really don't know
you have not heard of such a murafet.
And here comes your station,
but to enter into life
the one from someone's corner is arguing
and you don't want to get off.
But, time ran out, the "conductor" came in,
you hold on to the handle, squeeze it hard,
the station has come, you have to get off
no matter how much you don't want it...
Was a little child, then a kid,
you grow up and... you go down eventually...

Life is a train ride,
who travels in infinity...