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Sunday evening, Andalusian cold
Steel on steel where olive trees grow old
Seven forty by the Córdoba line
Lights on a train running right on time
From Málaga north, Madrid in the sights
Familiar sounds cutting through the night
Phones half-charged, coffee gone cold
Nobody knew how this night would unfold
A shudder first, then the scream of sound
Metal breaking loose from the ground
They say forty didn't make it home
Names now carved into broken stone
In Adamuz the sirens blared, tragedy so strong
As the night swallowed up what did not belong
One breath stalled, one signal too late
Eternal loss, an unjust fate
Across the track where it should not be
Another train came fast and free
Seconds count but mercy's slow
When physics says there's no place to go
Windows smashed just to catch the air
Hands reaching out but nobody's there
Dark so thick you could feel the end
Someone calling in vain, no love, no friend
Embankments lit by a pale blue flame
As rescuers ran toward the pain
They say forty didn't make it home
Names now carved into broken stone
In Adamuz the sirens blared, tragedy so strong
As the night swallowed up what did not belong
One breath stalled, one signal too late
Eternal loss, an unjust fate
They said the track was newly dressed
Modern lines and safety tests
But somewhere underneath the shine
A silent fault was killing time
Press rooms fill, the answers stall
Words feel small against the painful wall
Of twisted seats and empty shoes
And futures that no longer choose
They say forty aren't with us no more
Not tonight, not ever, what is God still for
Claiming innocent lives, young and old
Never hurt anybody, still left cold
Who are the ones who allowed this harm
Eternal loss, nobody sound the alarm
God cannot be blamed, this was fate
Cruel and unjust, but not born of hate
The victims were loved, the pain will stay
To turn into acceptance, maybe one day
(The victims were loved, the pain will stay
To turn into acceptance, maybe one day)