In the frontier villages they
Watch the trains pass by so slowly
And roads are deserted in Tozeur

From a house far away
Your mother observes me
And she remembers me
For my very special ways
Then for just a moment my longing
To live at another pace begins to waken in me
Still they pass, still very slowly
The trains for Tozeur

In the churches, God-forsaken
Shelters are being prepared and new ships
For trips among the stars

In an old empty mine
Vast stretches of salt
And a memory of me
Like into a magic spell;
Then for just a moment my longing
To live at another pace begins to waken in me;
Still they pass, still very slowly
The trains for Tozeur
In the frontier villages
They watch the trains pass by
For Tozeur