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An old station, a rain-slicked platform;
Three young men are waiting for their train.
But one stands apart, a little to the side—
The fourth man, a beer bottle in his hand.
He stands right at the platform's very edge;
In the distance, the train's whistle begins to wail.
Something is off with him—is he ill, perhaps?
It’s hard to tell, for he stands with his back turned.
The train draws closer—a passing express—
Rushing past like an arrow, making no stops.
People usually step back from the edge,
But this man stays put, staring wide-eyed ahead.
The three friends realize: something is wrong.
Is he just teasing them, or is he simply a fool?
It happens in an instant—a screech and a shriek—
He has thrown himself down beneath the wheels.
Not even God Himself could hold back
A soul that has suddenly decided
To settle its final accounts with life;
And no one can offer aid
To a spirit that lacks the strength
To walk its path through to the end.

There are no gruesome remains upon the tracks,
Yet the three witnesses surely cannot all be wrong.
No traces of a body, no stains of blood—
Where, then, has he gone—this strange, peculiar guy?
Suddenly, an old man draws level with them;
Gazing down at the rails, his head hangs low.
In a hoarse voice, he speaks with grim despair:
"You’ve been pranked by my son, Bogdan.
After a quarrel, he ran away from home;
Drunk and in tears, he came to this station.
He jumped beneath a train—just to spite me.
And ever since then, people here see his ghost."
Not even God Himself could hold back
A soul that has suddenly decided
To settle its final accounts with life;
And no one can offer aid
To a spirit that lacks the strength
To walk its path through to the end.