Per questo brano devo ringraziare mia sorella Valentina per la stesura del testo.
E' un viaggio con la mente che mi porta in Africa e in cui si susseguono immagini di meravigliosi paesaggi ma anche di vita, una vita dura e ingiusta.
Ecco poi un fischio di treno che mi riporta alla realtà...
Testo del brano
In the field lookin’ for a red rose
To pick up and put through my hair
I smell the poor scent of Africa
Although I’ve never been there..never been there
Young faces and strong arms workin’ hard
Grown old and weaknessed too fast
Too fast in this world the time goes by
No more drops of life in their eyes…
Comin’ back to reality
I hear the whistle of a train
That breaks off my thoughts and
Brings them far away
Comin’ back to reality
I hear the whistle of a train
That breaks off my thoughts and
Brings them far away
Closin’ my eyes
I lapse into imagination
Wild bare horizons and landscapes
Always searching for some kind of salvation
with a pale shade of hope in their life..in their life
Comin’ back to reality
I hear the whistle of a train
That breaks off my thoughts and
Brings them far away
Comin’ back to reality
I hear the whistle of a train
That breaks off my thoughts and
Brings them far away
Brings them far away
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
