A l'estació [English translation]

I have seen you, as always, at the station,

With a clean smile... Today, once again

You're waiting for a mysterious train

That comes from far away, if it will ever go anywhere...

Everyone knows about you and, tenderly,

Shave years off your age to give you time:

So much time!

You say that, you're not alone on the platform;

Shadows and games live with you...

Shadows from goodbyes without return,

Games of kisses for those who are welcome

And, up in the most beautiful trees,

Build their nests those loves that have been wounded

By a train.

And, alongside you, they wait for a signal of the arrival of fresh air...

Fresh air...

Fresh air...

A new step,

A new gesture,

The new train

That was travelling well...

I have seen you again at the station

And, in you, I have seen myself very slowly,

Searching for a mysterious train

That comes from far away, if it will ever go anywhere...

And I see how the goodbyes are asleep,

How the returns are all anxious

Because of a train.

For finally, when Autumn

Shall paint a new sky over the station,

All of us are waiting for a train to pass

Which goes very far away, if it comes from anywhere...

Some because you're arriving to us,

Others because we're being taken away

By that train.

And, we wait, with you, for a signal of the arrival of fresh air...

Fresh air...

Fresh air...

New step,

New gesture,

The new train

That is now going...

And comes back every evening...

I have seen you again at the station

And, in you, I have told myself very slowly:

'All of us are waiting for a train

When Autumn paints a brand new sky.'