The Trains Of Tozeur - Franco Battiato

In the frontier villages they

Watch the trains pass by so slowly

And roads are deserted in Tozeur

From a house far away

Your mother observes me

And she remembers me

For my very special ways

Then for just a moment my longing

To live at another pace begins to waken in me

Still they pass, still very slowly

The trains for Tozeur

In the churches, God-forsaken

Shelters are being prepared and new ships

For trips among the stars

In an old empty mine

Vast stretches of salt

And a memory of me

Like into a magic spell;

Then for just a moment my longing

To live at another pace begins to waken in me;

Still they pass, still very slowly

The trains for Tozeur

In the frontier villages

They watch the trains pass by

For Tozeur