Balada Para Un Viejo Tren
José Luis Perales
Ballad for an Old Train
Like a beaten dog fighting to get by
It's painted
Black from coal and black from disillusion
The old train.
A mix of pain and fire roars at the station
With its whistle
Black from coal and black from disillusion
The old train.
I see it pass
The eyes of a thousand windows
And some early cheeks will leave
On the glass the breath
Playing with the silence
Playing with the lament of the train
That has already arrived at the station.
They see it pass
Loaded with sunrises
Loaded with burdens
That it will keep in a car.
The last journey has come for the old train
And abandoned
It sleeps its old age and cries its disillusion
On a platform.
They see it cry
The eyes of a thousand windows
And some early cheeks will leave
On the glass the breath
Playing with the silence
Playing with the lament of the train
That has already died
On a platform.
