At a deserted train station where the railroad tracks are likely to brake
With the loud railroad, whose trains are about to collapse
I swallowed the damp warm air and started to move

​Once ​​​again I'll wonder if I prefer it this way
Within a Dream, I shut my mouth
​At this rate if that is still the case
​My ​​​eyes open, always to that track

​Since ​​​I must awaken from this dream once more
​And thereby not arrive at that station
​My body heat mingles with the chilliness
​Still here I must abandon that station
The face of a monkey has come to meet me
​At that time what I saw was the same

​It will be my turn next
​The shadow tramples over a circle intoxicated
​It would seem I can't go home
​There is no more escaping from here

​Once again I'll wonder if I prefer it this way
​Within a dream, I can't see anything
​At this rate if that is still the case
​My eyes open, always to that track
​There ​​​is no escaping my turn next
​I never wish to come to this place again
​Because of that, I am fearful
I close my eyes, and this place is no more
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