Something Had Happened

Nobody seems to notice Out of the windshield A woman apparently shouting To call another man The very strange landscape People running away Away from what? do they rush It was just a moment We don't know, we don't know We don't know From southern Italy Heading up to north The very direct train Is heading up again The suspicious passenger Looks around him Trying to resolve The strange mystery Something happened outside Something he doesn't know Something he doesn't know All at once, a newsboy Holding a paper He can read an "ution" but what about the other letters Maybe a revolution? a persecution Or it was just a mention He doesn't know, he doesn't know From southern Italy Heading up to north The very direct train Is heading up again The suspicious passenger Looks around him Trying to resolve The strange mystery Something happened outside Something he doesn't know Something he doesn't know Finally, it arrives The very direct train Silently during the night In an obscure Milan railway The torment is a torture But everything is quiet And everything is calm The wind doesn't blow And no one dares to speak Till the dark is suddenly torn By a ghastly, chilling Cry Cry From southern Italy Heading up to north The very direct train Is heading up again The suspicious passenger Looks around him Trying to resolve The strange mystery Something happened outside Something he doesn't know Something he doesn't know Something happened outside Something he doesn't know Something he doesn't know