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Music: Franco Battiato | |
Lyrics: Rosario Consentino, Giusto Pio | |
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In the frontier villages
They watch the trains pass by so slowly
And roads are deserted in Tozeur
From a house far away, your mother observes me
And she remembers me for my very special ways
Then, for just a moment
My longing to live at another pace begins to waken in me
Still they pass, still very slowly, the trains for Tozeur
In the churches, God-forsaken, shelters are being prepared
And new ships for trips among the stars
In an old empty mine, vast stretches of salt
And a memory of me, like into a magic spell
Then, for just a moment
My longing to live at another pace begins to waken in me
Still they pass, still very slowly, the trains for Tozeur
Mmm…
Dai daba daba da…
Dadai da dada dadada dada…
Dada dadai da dada…
Doch wir wollen dir ihn zeigen
Und du wirst…
In the frontier villages
They watch the trains pass by for Tozeur
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