The little train goes into the countryside
Comes and goes, continues its path
Serpentine of wood and iron
Rust and verdigris under the rain

It is beautiful when the sun sets it on fire
At sunset across the fields

The hats of the peasant women
Wave in the wind
They laugh, sometimes to tears
Dreaming of their lovers

The oats have already sprouted
Have you brought in the wheat?
This year the cows have made
Hectoliters of milk

Little train
Where are you going?
Train of death
What are you doing?
Will you do it again?

No one knows what is happening there
No one believes, he must see
But I am still here

The little train in the countryside
And the children?
The little train in the mountains
The grandparents
Little train, lead them to the flames
Across the fields

The little train goes into the countryside
Comes and goes, continues its path
Serpentine of wood and iron
Brown and gray under the rain

Will we see again another time
Trains passing like before?
It's not me who will answer

No one knows what is happening there
No one believes, he must see
But I am still here

Little train, where are you going?
Train of death, what are you doing?
Will you do it again?

Will we see again another time
Trains passing like this one?
It's not me who will answer

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