Train of Ecstasy

Take a breath and take a trip
To the northern place
Where you've been
Where the monsoon makes the leaves so green
The air is so heavy
The clouds are Grey and the rain is wet
The colors of the mountains are so rare
And the train is old

At the top the peak the wagon will stop
And the breaks will be dead
You will take your children and jump through the jungle
Before it retreats

And you'll see you'll be home
Cause the unknown
Is the place where birth
Where birth the ecstasy



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte De Parscau, Maxime Delhelle
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