Between gray and graffiti that confine our day-to-day
And walls thin enough to hear your neighbors drop a pin
With mountains of concrete blocks as your only view
Where boredom wanders and destinies drag
On Saturday afternoon, take the metro
Go see where it all lives, on the other side
Line one

Chatelet
Chatelet Les Halles
Seaside resort
But where there is no sea
Like a suburb, the beach
You see a bit of blue
Run aground your galley
Mark your passage
Follow the tags
When there are no more landmarks
Chatelet, the end of the journey

It's not Tahiti here, but it's always better than nothing
The sneakers in the town square never stray very far
We trample debris and clandestine shelters
Even showing contempt for those who reach out
From Harlem to Paris, you rush into a train
Then a corridor that we follow
Don't go any further, line one

Chatelet
Chatelet Les Halles
Seaside resort
But where there is no sea
You see a bit of blue, Chatelet
Run aground your galley
Mark your passage
Follow the tags
When there are no more landmarks
Chatelet, the end of the journey
The end of the journey
The end of the journey

The end of the journey

Chatelet
Chatelet Les Halles
Seaside resort
Chatelet Les Halles
The end of the journey
Chatelet Les Halles
Seaside resort
Chatelet Les Halles
The end of the journey

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