Tramonto occidentale

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.
In the frontier villages
They watch the trains pass by
For tozeur