I don't even know if she's coming back
I don't know, have the running trains already taken her
I don't even know if she can ever find a stop
If trains are angry they can break the wind
Unfortunately, why the train that's always coming late
As a child, as a hero, and as a woman, is always leaving
My lands are far from you
And my laughs to you
Have already become a stranger for me
Empty wagons, broken windows, suitcases
My trains for you