Sul treno [English translation]

How are you? What are you doing?

How come you're on this train?

Where are you going? Who are you with?

Do you see how he never laughs?

Are you alright with him?

Sleep here if you want, I'll get down in Milan.

Do you want coffee? Come on, there's some. There's not a soul in the sleeper.

Be calm now, but come on.

I have stories that have happened but nothing serious.

Close the shutters against the sun falling upon us.

And you on the train going up there.

You're here now and I don't know if it's by chance or not.

You there, me here.

The silence is embarrasing.

Quiet me, quiet you.

I look at my shoes but I'd kiss you.

You come closer and do it.

And as usual you do what you want

and it smells nice, you know,

your perfume, the smell of the smoke in you.

And you on the train going up there.

You hug me and you're already on

my weakenest points.

And you on the train going up there.

You reopen a story that

was already over with you,

and then you get dressed again.

(Perhaps it's better this way... but yes...)

I'd like to talk to you and I remember that

there's no argument.

There's your perfume, the smell of the smoke over me.

But you, on the train going up there,

you look yourself in the mirror and you're already too far away.

And you on the train going up there.

You ask me the time,

reopen the shutter and

you're gone.

• Artist:Nek (Italy)
• Album:La vita è (2000)