Testo di Engine Driver

When I grow up I want to be an engine driver. I'll build up my own head of steam - 25 horsepower. Old hands, new power, more miles per hour - strange light in the ancient mills. New sights, old eyes, giant leaps under small skies - a sense of death in the hills. But when I pull off, I don't want to follow timetables or tracks. I will cut new paths through topsoil and tarmac. Old hands, new power, more miles per hour - strange light in the ancient mills. New sights, old eyes, giant leaps under small skies - a sense of death in the hills. The only thing that I will leave behind is a simple trail; two stark parallel lines that cut their way away across the land, which our children will preserve but won't understand.