Ripensando Alla Freccia Del Sud

Cinderella, hold the ticket Palermo - Milan,
What have your eyes done to be poison
A husband who doesn't come back at Easter
A ticket signed with two horns
These are stories, you know it too
Nothing more.

Cinderella, sorry if I smoke, I can't sleep
I look at you and even the train seems to breathe like a woman
What happens if I reach out my hand
How young and ancient your bosom is
Cinderella, forgive me for looking up

Rethinking the Southern Arrow
And the oranges smelled like the Southern Arrow
But your cheeks even more
In growing campaigns and cities
You asked me if the fog is dream or reality
Let's get off here if you want.
Rethinking the Southern Arrow...

Cinderella, an iron flower, you see it's Milan
Swallowed by arms, hair, and tears of man
I understand if you turn your head
Forgiveness is always a party
A woman of a day and never, that's what you are

Rethinking the Southern Arrow...