Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
The Train Goes
Saying that I think of you
is a contradiction
because you are always here, yes
between my fingers
like life
that you live in a smile...
The train goes
will disappear
on its round wheels
behind the blonde clouds...
/>I am here, I remain here
in this dense rust
like someone who thinks... of a train...
Where are you going? With those beautiful eyes you have...
Will you come back? You promised me, you know it...
The train goes, it will disappear
behind the blonde clouds...

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