I treni di Tozeur [English translation]

In the border villages, they watch the trains pass,

The deserted streets of Tozeur1

From a far-off house, your mother sees me

She remembers me and my habits

And for a moment, the wanting to live

At a different speed returns

They still pass slowly, the trains to Tozeur

In the abandoned churches they prepare refuges

And new spaceships for interstellar trips

In an old mine, expanses of salt

And a memory of me, like a charm

And for a moment, the wanting to live

At a different speed returns

They still pass slowly, the trains to Tozeur

In the border villages, they watch the passing

Trains to Tozeur

1. An old mining town in Tunisia

• Artist:Franco Battiato
• Album:Mondi lontanissimi