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