A nineteen ninety four song like...an evening...

Who knows what turns the day into night?
Is it only a rotational move?
Is it only a flight?

Who knows what turns a dawn to dusk?
Is it a spin around axis one?
Have you ever thoughtfully asked?

Have you?

Now that the twilight has gone
And an evening bound train has caught the bent
Of the railroad...
Towards an unknown known station
When the loco has taken a motion...

Is not the evening
Also singing a song?
A nineteen ninety four one
As once sung by a swan
Bestowed with perfection...
'C'est un petit monde...
C'est un monde de joie...'

And how a world big and vast
Turns small...
And beautiful...