Station I is on the reach
It's widely open, people are gladly marching in
clear signs can be found
to serve you in every need
the air you breath - just like you - is there for free

every existing train wish it could visit I
the railways are packed, and passengers are happily passing
by
tog drivers are excited as they arrive
their laughing voices keep echoing in your mind

station I is soon to be in your map
open your heart out, it will be easily locate
it's the place where the food for the soul is sold
the station to which everyone arrives
and non of them wants to go