In the border villages, they watch the trains pass,
The deserted streets of Tozeur1
From a far-off house, your mother sees me
She remembers me and my habits
And for a moment, the wanting to live
At a different speed returns
They still pass slowly, the trains to Tozeur
In the abandoned churches they prepare refuges
And new spaceships for interstellar trips
In an old mine, expanses of salt
And a memory of me, like a charm
And for a moment, the wanting to live
At a different speed returns
They still pass slowly, the trains to Tozeur
In the border villages, they watch the passing
Trains to Tozeur
1. An old mining town in Tunisia