Comme dans un train [English translation]

Through the glass from which I look,

there is the same day as yesterday

and always the same place.

I know what comes next.

I've lived it a thousand times already.

The posters on the walls

make one dream of someplace

out of a Magritte

with its coloured beaches,

slowly and sweet so I can escape.

But I come back to earth

and I can't understand the music anymore.

The sailing boats already at sea

crash into the brick walls.

The sky darkens under the tunnels.

Like on a train that takes me nowhere,

I watch the platforms go by from afar.

I wish I could stop, find where to settle down

and choose on my own from where to cast off.

'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,

whether it's for someone or to change stories.

But one must not give up, never get used to it.

I want to live through everything before it's too late.

Anonymous, even transparent,

there amidst everybody else,

being always absentminded.

What's this all about?

It's about climbing up again,

About fighting and imposing

without ever being in first place

or, worse, stop dreaming

about the fate one imagines

without hoping, waiting for a sign.

Like on a train that takes me nowhere,

I watch the platforms go by from afar.

I wish I could stop, find where to settle down

and choose on my own from where to cast off.

'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,

whether it's for someone or to change stories.

But one must not give up, never get used to it.

I want to live through everything before it's too late.

There are no trains

without new departures

nor other routes to follow.

I want to believe

there are no roads that we take by chance.

To choose on my own from where to cast off.

'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,

whether it's for someone or to change stories.

But one must not give up, never get used to it.

I want to live through everything before it's too late.

I want to believe

there are no roads that we take by chance.

But one must not give up, never get used to it.

I want to live through everything before it's too late.

Like on a train that takes me nowhere,

I watch the platforms go by from afar.

I wish I could stop.

• Artist:Natasha St-Pier
• Album:Longueur d'ondes (2006)