The wailing whistle of the passing train
Resounds along the tracks and through the air;
As the bleating alto chord cuts through the rain,
The wailing whistle of the passing train
Lets forth another melancholy strain;
But who will feel the sadness when or where
The wailing whistle of the passing train
Resounds along the tracks and through the air?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem