Les voyages en train [English translation]

I think love stories are a lot like train rides,

And when I see all those travelers, sometimes I want to be one,

Why do you think so many people wait on the platform,

Why do you think people get so steamed when they're running late

Trains often get rolling at times when we least expect it

And a love story can grab you while others look on, powerless,

The onlookers are your friends who say goodbye to you on the platform,

They watch the train pull away with a worried smile,

You wave back, thinking about what they're saying,

Some think that you're making a mistake, that your feet are no longer solidly on the ground,

Everyone has an opinion on how long the trip will last,

Most say that the train will go off the tracks in the first storm.

True love changes the way you behave,

From day one you have to choose your compartment,

Will you sit on the aisle or by the window, you need to find a good seat,

You choose either a 1st or 2nd class love story.

For the first few miles, you can't take your eyes off her (or him),

Behind the window, you're not thinking about the changing countryside,

You feel alive, you feel light, you've lost track of time,

You're feeling so good that you almost want to kiss the conductor.

But the magic only lasts a short while and then your story starts losing steam,

You tell yourself you're not to blame, that it's her fault, (here it is clearly her)

The rumble of the train makes you drunk and each turn makes you sick,

You gotta get up and walk, you need to stretch your heart.

And the train slows down, it's already the end of the story,

And then like a moron your friends are back at the other station,

You say goodbye to the one that from now on you'll call your "ex",

But in her book she's going to white out your name.

It's true that love stories are a lot like train rides,

And when I see all those travelers, sometimes I want to be one,

Why do you think so many people wait on the platform,

Why do you think people get so steamed when they're running late

For a lot of people life is all about trying to get on the train,

To find out what love is about and to find that you've got a lot going for you,

For a lot of people the goal is to get there on time,

To have a good trip and to be happy.

It's easy to take a train, but not always easy to be sure you're on the right on,

I myself have gotten on two or three trains but it wasn't the right car,

'Cause trains are capricious and some inaccessible,

And I don't think that all the time with the French National Railways it's possible *

For some, there's always a train strike,

And their love stories only exist in their dreams,

And there are those who jump on the first train without paying attention,

There are those women who get a kick just getting involved because they're overly emotional,

For them, it's too risky to hang on to the engine,

And there are adventurous men who make one trip after the other,

As soon as a story is over, they turn to the next page.

After my first real trip, I suffered for months,

We agreed to break up but she was more in agreement than I,

Since then, I hang out around the platforms and watch the trains pulling out of the station,

There are doors that open but in a train station I feel I'm in another world.

It seems that train rides generally have bad endings,

If that's your case, hang in and be positive,

For one thing is certain, there will always be a last stop,

Now you've been warned, next time you'll take the bus.