An evening pianist with a wandering solfège
Improvises a departure that derails at Gare de Lyon
An occasional pianist whistles his score
He makes the suitcases waltz
He colors the gray faces

Alone at night, he dreams of glory
He plays Gare du Nord, Gare de Lille, Gare de Nantes
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his arpeggios on foreign tracks
And even to England
Virtuoso of the railways

This pianist has a life, an office, and a boss
His name is Jeremy, Pascal or Simon
(Parapapapa)
He's bored, everything is gray, his office, his prison
Have broken his desires, falling back into oblivion
(Parapapapa)

Alone at night, he wanders in the stations
He plays Gare du Nord, Gare de Lille, Gare de Nantes
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his regrets on black and beige keys
He sees himself back in college
But who shattered his dreams?

Ouh

In the pianist's heart, there was a little boy
Who dreamed of music
Who played in the living room
(Parapapapapapa)
They said "it's cute but get back to your lesson
Do your math
We know the song"
(Parapapapa)

Alone at night but it's too late
He plays Gare du Nord, Gare de Lille, Gare de Nantes
You can spot him on big departure days
He plays his childhood on forgotten notes
His dreams crushed
But he makes us dream
(Parapapapapapa)

But he makes us dream
(Parapapapapapa)

(Parapapapapapa)
(Parapapapapapa)
But he makes us dream

(Parapapapapapa)
(Parapapapapapa)
But he makes us dream
He makes us dream

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