Le Poinçonneur des Lilas [English translation]

I am the ticket puncher at Lilas station,

The man you meet but you don’t look at

There is no sun under the ground,

This is a strange trip

To kill the boredom, I have in my vest

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And in this book it is written

That guys leading a sweet life in Miami

While l arse around

Deep down in a cellar

İt seems that there is no stupid job

I make holes in tickets

I make holes, little holes, still more little holes

little holes, little holes, always little holes

Holes for second class

holes for first class

I make holes, little holes, still more little holes

little holes, little holes, always little holes

Little holes, little holes,

little holes, little holes

I am the ticket puncher at Lilas station

Invalid stations change at Opera

I live at the heart of planet

I have in my head

A carnival of confetti

l carry it until my bed

And under my ceramic sky

I see only connection trains shining

Sometimes I dream,l am delirious

I see waves

And in the mist at the end of the quay

I see a ship that comes to seek for me

in order to take me out of this hole where I make little holes

little holes, little holes, always little holes

But the boat takes off

And l see that l am derailing

And I stay in my holes to make little holes

Little holes, little holes,always little holes,

Little holes, little holes

Little holes, little hole

I am the ticket puncher at Lilas station

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I have had enough,I am sick

of this cloaca

I want to run away

and to leave my cap in the cloak room

and I am sure of it, a day will come

And I will escape to the nature

I will leave on the main road

at any price

And if for me it isno longer the time

I will leave here in a bier

I make holes little holes, still more little holes

Little holes, little holes, always little holes

There is something that driving me crazy,

Something that making me take a gun

To make myself a little hole,one last little hole,

A little hole,a little hole, one last little hole

And they’ll put me in a big hole.

where l will never hear anymore talk of holes,never of holes

little holes, little holes,little holes

• Artist:Serge Gainsbourg
• Album:Le Poinçonneur des Lilas