Through the glass from which I look,
there is the same day as yesterday
and always the same place.
I know what comes next.
I've lived it a thousand times already.
The posters on the walls
make one dream of someplace
out of a Magritte
with its coloured beaches,
slowly and sweet so I can escape.
But I come back to earth
and I can't understand the music anymore.
The sailing boats already at sea
crash into the brick walls.
The sky darkens under the tunnels.
Like on a train that takes me nowhere,
I watch the platforms go by from afar.
I wish I could stop, find where to settle down
and choose on my own from where to cast off.
'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,
whether it's for someone or to change stories.
But one must not give up, never get used to it.
I want to live through everything before it's too late.
Anonymous, even transparent,
there amidst everybody else,
being always absentminded.
What's this all about?
It's about climbing up again,
About fighting and imposing
without ever being in first place
or, worse, stop dreaming
about the fate one imagines
without hoping, waiting for a sign.
Like on a train that takes me nowhere,
I watch the platforms go by from afar.
I wish I could stop, find where to settle down
and choose on my own from where to cast off.
'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,
whether it's for someone or to change stories.
But one must not give up, never get used to it.
I want to live through everything before it's too late.
There are no trains
without new departures
nor other routes to follow.
I want to believe
there are no roads that we take by chance.
To choose on my own from where to cast off.
'Cause all the trains take us somewhere,
whether it's for someone or to change stories.
But one must not give up, never get used to it.
I want to live through everything before it's too late.
I want to believe
there are no roads that we take by chance.
But one must not give up, never get used to it.
I want to live through everything before it's too late.
Like on a train that takes me nowhere,
I watch the platforms go by from afar.
I wish I could stop.