I Treni Di Tozeur
Franco Battiato
The Trains of Tozeur
In the border villages they watch the trains go by
The deserted streets of Tozeur
From a distant house your mother sees me
She remembers me and my habits
And for a moment the desire to live returns
At a different speed
The trains still pass slowly to Tozeur
In the abandoned churches shelters are prepared
And new spaceships for interstellar travel
In an old mine stretches of salt
And a memory of me like a spell
And for a moment etc
In the border villages they watch
The trains to Tozeur