Someone threw themselves under a train
At the station in Cattolica
It must have been a madman, a desperate person
Depressed by this Sunday

A criminal pursued by the Police
A terminally ill person fleeing from a disease
A drunkard, a bum
Or a careless and unlucky tourist
Just an unlucky man

And now that many trains have been cancelled
There are those who blame the State
The parties, the thieves, the cunning ones
The union strikes

Those who never find a solution
This country always behind
Always too sloppy
With the tourists, the drivers, the opportunists
And even with all the bartenders
Who serve you drinks on Sunday

And we have all already forgotten
That perhaps a man has killed himself
Who saw the train coming from afar
And must have thought
"This Sunday ends here"

And now that the trains are stopped at the station
The revolution has broken out
People shouting at a phone
Looking for a solution

Those who blame bad luck, fate
And, those who believe, God
The deputies, the telephone operators
And even the immigrants
Who go around on Sunday

And we have all already forgotten
That perhaps a man has killed himself
Watching the train coming from afar
He must have thought
"This Sunday ends here"

Yes, we have all already forgotten
That perhaps a man has killed himself
Watching the train coming from afar
He must have thought
"I leave this Sunday to you"

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