Le petit train [English translation]

The little train goes through

the countryside

Coming, going, winding its way

A serpent of wood and scrap iron

Rust and verdigris in the rain

It's handsome when the Sun makes it bright

At Twilight, through pasture Land

And the women-farmers' hats

ripple under the wind

Sometimes, they almost cry Laughing

Daydreaming of their lovers.

The oats are already grown, have you taken corn in ?

This year, the cows have given milk by hundreds of litres

Little train, where'r 'u going?

You, Death train, just what are you doing?

Will you, will you, do it again?

No one knows what happens in it

no one believes it, they must see things

Yet, even so, I 'm standing here..

The little train, in the countryside

And the children

You, little train, in the countryside,

The grand- parents,

Little train, drive them to the flames

Through grazing Land.

The little train goes through the countryside

Coming, going, winding its way

A serpent of wood and scrap iron

All brown and grey, in the rain.

Shall we see once more

Trains pass, as in days of yore?

It's not for me to say...

No one knows what haps in it

No one believes it, they must see things

Yet, even so, I'm standing here.....etc

• Artist:Les Rita Mitsouko
• Album:Marc et Robert (1988)