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 TozeurTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.