My train is fast and fast it goes
From motherland to other lands.
Do I regret? Yes. Maybe. No.
Oh please don’t stop my train again.
Who stopped your train? I can’t remember.
It was a day or maybe night
When someone else for us decided
That killing people is no crime.
What do I run from? Life in fear,
Life with no future, life in pain.
What will I gain? I am still not sure
But please don’t stop my train again.
Who will I meet there? People… judges
To judge if I am skilled enough,
To judge my culture and traditions,
To judge if I can wear a scarf.
What is my life? A train on a road.
A train on a road with no end.
Once it was stopped. My only prayer:
Oh please don’t stop my train again…