The little train goes into the countryside
Comes and goes continues on its way
Serpentine of wood and scrap metal
Rust and verdigris in the rain
It is beautiful when the sun sets it ablaze
At sunset across the fields
The peasant women's hats
Waving in the wind they laugh
Sometimes to the point of tears
In rà Before their lovers
The oats are already sprouted
Have you brought in the wheat?
This year ©e the cows made
Hectoliters of milk
Little train
Where are you going?
Train of death
But what are you doing -you?
Will you do it again?
No one knows what is happening there
No one believes
He has to see
But I I'm still there
The little train in the countryside
And the children? The little train
In the mountains the grandparents
Little train lead them to the flames
à across fields
The little train goes into the countryside
Comes and goes continues its path
Serpentine of wood, of scrap metal
Brown and gray in the rain
Will we see again another time
Passing trains
Like other times?
It's not me who will answer
No one knows what's happening
No one believes
He has to see
But I'm still here
Little train
Where are you going?
Death train
But what are you doing -you?
Will you do it again?
Will we see you again
Pass trains like that?
It's not me who will respond

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