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A station,
A hangar:
Gar'e du Nord, Gar'e de Lyon, Gar'e Centrale,
It's a port, a prison, it's the Halles...
My ticket
For your platform
Where? people push me and prevent me
From running, and I scream, I'm looking for you...
A train station
Random:
These soldiers are leaving ? war,
All these? are about to do it...
My ticket
For your platform,
From where? the great rapids carry you away,
From where? love never returns...
A train station
Departure:
Businessmen smoking in the "pull-man",
?migrants lost in the smoke...
My ticket
For your platform:
Between two suitcases,
My gaze towards your wool scarf...
A station,
A hope:
Because before the train takes you,
I have pos? my two hands on yours.
Our tickets,
On the platform,
To the four scattered winds...
“Come! Let's go home quickly...? foot ! »