TER Centre [English translation]

Morning and evening, evening and morning

I change carriages, I change trains

Unenthusiastically to carry out my daily drudge

Morning and evening, evening and morning

I change carriages, I change trains

There's a mix of everything on this train

People who sleep, dogs that piss, pregnant women

And noisy kids

The morning is jam-packed

It stinks, it sings, it's deplorable

Or it boasts of having a simple life, yes sir

Of having a life sir

Sometimes the women wear makeup, wear perfume

Because they're ugly and they stink

Sometimes the inebriated guys, wasted bother the passengers

But that's never mean at the TER center

I know the journey like the back of my hand

From the countryside to Paris

In the suburbs, the trams rattle in the cold and under the blazing sun

Through the clouds and the rain in the winter fog

We're squished in, you suffocate entire minutes

And when the train stops, and the doors slide open

The rails grind a painful moaning

They squeal, they tremble

The seats are warmed up by different asses

Stares meet each other, indifferent

Eyelids shut, tired, exhausted

From a tiresome day

People thin out into buildings

Big trees become isolated and become parking lots

It's an entire world you go through when you take the TER center

Morning and evening, evening and morning

I change carriages, I change trains

Unenthusiastically to carry out my daily drudge

Morning and evening, evening and morning

I change carriages, I change trains

There's a mix of everything on this train

People who think, people who think about people

People who think about people thinking

Those there are a bit nutty

When you think about it

We see people who sober up from the serenity after an outing

We pass pretty chicks on the brink of tears

There's a mix of everything, there's a soul, something that can't be explained

In the TER center

In the TER center, there's no etiquette

We destroy the instilled notions from so young in our heads

It's miscellaneous, we don't fight it

We don't have the same mannerisms in the TER center

People who travel don't talk much

But I truly believe that they love each other anyway

At the same time you feel close to others

When you share a delay of an hour and fifty seven minutes

• Artist:Tim Dup
• Album:Mélancolie heureuse