Seven thirty A.M
my seat touches the window
central station, second car
of the railroad that will take me to the south.
Now these lands are walking
and my heart is jumping
because they take me to the lands
where at last I can see again
Breathe in and deep,
joy to the heart, ahaha!
And do not tell me, poor thing!
to go traveling like this
you do not see that I'm happy
you do not see that I'm happy
Twelve in the morning
the smell gets in the window
They are flowers and animals that tell me:
Welcome to the south.
I remember my father
and I do not mind being alone
because they take me to the lands
where at last I can see again
Breathe in and deep
joy to the heart
Breathe in and deep
joy to the heart
And do not tell me, poor thing!
to go traveling like this
you do not see that I'm happy
You do not see that I'm happy.
And do not tell me, poor thing!
to go traveling like this
you do not see that I'm happy
You do not see that I'm happy.
traveling on this train,
on this train to the south!
To the south
In the south.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)