Treno (Train) When you come to unearth me from the ashes and clear off of me all the rust and place again my wheels on rails and I start rolling again Then the sorrows will be searching for me and now idle will be mourning Rains will be falling maniacally and they will be asking What happened to that train which spectated the other trains passing by I lost count of the times I’ve heard these… If you believe in the notion that you are a person manqué, a “half” who must necessarily find some “other half” to qualify as a fully fledged human being, you will spend the remainder of your days belittling yourself for your perceived worthlessness. Much like the train in the song, you will live in sorrow, merely spectating the others.