From the window of my train
One evening I saw a girl
Who had hair so light
That for a moment I thought I was dreaming
We We were at the end of the day
And I had traveled for a long, long time
I had ashes in my mouth
And I felt tired
But this girl's hair
So blond, so light, so transparent
Give me back that freshness
That only children know
She wasn't expecting anything or anyone
I went down to the platform
She showed me around her town
And walk in the wheat fields
Pre ¨ of a wild and rapid river
We slept together
And I think I loved her
At the end of the first night
If you sometimes take the train
Watch the deserted platforms
Somewhere there is this girl
She looks like the t
She won't wait for anything or anyone
But don't talk to her about me
Because I left her one morning
I still wonder why
She was a girl with light eyes
I want to preserve her image
I would like to fend off winter
But time will kill her face
I would like to postpone winter
But time will kill his face

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