Night tran

The train rushes through the dark haze The window shows night in its veil Some sleep in a dream-like craze While I lose the night to the gale The people are cold in their soul The carriage is filled with despair The time keeps its permanent toll No stars in the dark of the air Twenty-four hours ahead in the line The goal is quite far from the light The train beats inside as a sign Like road-lines that fade in the night Someone is leaving their home far away Someone to dreams will return We live in this rhythm of gray For life and for words that we yearn The air is all thick with the scent Of snacks that we have on the road The coffee is poured in the tent Of heat that the glass has bestowed Alone in the cabin so tight The wheel-clatter hides all the pain The days will be coming so bright The distance keeps calling in vain I brew up the porridge so fast I think of the spring left at home The train is a moth in the blast Until the new morning has come Is it winter or May out of view? The rhythm sends dreams to the deep Just watch as the silence is due On the train where you drift into sleep Silence Silence Silence Silence