Nobody seems to notice
Out of the windshield
A woman apparently shouting
To call another man
The very strange landscape
People running away
Away from what? do they rush
It was just a moment
We don't know, we don't know
We don't know
From southern Italy
Heading up to north
The very direct train
Is heading up again
The suspicious passenger
Looks around him
Trying to resolve
The strange mystery
Something happened outside
Something he doesn't know
Something he doesn't know
All at once, a newsboy
Holding a paper
He can read an "ution" but what about the other letters
Maybe a revolution? a persecution
Or it was just a mention
He doesn't know, he doesn't know
From southern Italy
Heading up to north
The very direct train
Is heading up again
The suspicious passenger
Looks around him
Trying to resolve
The strange mystery
Something happened outside
Something he doesn't know
Something he doesn't know
Finally, it arrives
The very direct train
Silently during the night
In an obscure Milan railway
The torment is a torture
But everything is quiet
And everything is calm
The wind doesn't blow
And no one dares to speak
Till the dark is suddenly torn
By a ghastly, chilling
Cry
Cry
From southern Italy
Heading up to north
The very direct train
Is heading up again
The suspicious passenger
Looks around him
Trying to resolve
The strange mystery
Something happened outside
Something he doesn't know
Something he doesn't know
Something happened outside
Something he doesn't know
Something he doesn't know
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