In the evening I fall asleep
And sometimes I dream
Because I want to dream
And in the dream I clench my fists
I hold my breath and I listen

Sometimes it's the trees of Africa calling
Other nights it's sails bent on sailing
They are men and women and steamships and flags
Traveling travelers to be saved

Of the important cities, I remember Milan
Livid and sunk by her own hand
If the love I had no longer knows my name
And if the love I had no longer knows my name

Like steam trains
Like steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will pass

Like steam trains
Like steam trains
The pain will pass

In the evening I fall asleep
And sometimes I dream
Because I know how to dream
And I dream of the drums of the band that passes
Or that will have to pass

I dream of the cold, straight rain on my hands
The school kids who are already leaving tomorrow
I dream of the dreamers waiting for spring
Or some other spring to wait for again
Between a glass of snow and a proper coffee
This winter will pass

If the love I had no longer knows my name
And if the love I had no longer knows my name
Like steam trains, like steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will pass

Like steam trains
Like steam trains
From station to station
And from door to door
And from rain to rain
And from pain to pain
The pain will pass

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