Rails carry the mind
and rails write
rails create a rhytm
and the rhytm catches
rails along an arm
towards a station
on the station the hardest
is to remove the rails
I want to grown
I want to change
I want to remember my roots
me, but not to stuck
on my place, thinking
that what could be
there behind the corner
and that's why I want to go away
Is beautiful, is beautiful
beautiful is my youth
and a beautiful memory remains
Rails carry the mind
and rails write
rails create a rhytm
and the rhytm catches
rails along an arm
towards a station
on the station the hardest
is to remove the rails
Is beautiful, is beautiful
beautiful is my youth
and a beautiful memory remains
A beautiful memory of a city
I can't lose
what once
I understood and hunted
that the rails do travel
but I travel anyhow
Is beautiful, is beautiful
beautiful is my youth
and a beautiful memory remains