The train of life rushes,
there are human faces in it,
straining eyes,
they look at the past.
And Vered can't,
the driver of the road
well all knows,
it unloads the dead.
And who will be born again,
he gets on the train.
The train goes on,
lights always Shine,
but each time one:
the Sun, the Moon
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