Morning and evening, evening and morning
I change carriages, I change trains
Without enthusiasm to ensure my daily routine
Morning and evening, evening and morning
I change carriages, I change trains
There's everything in this train
People sleeping, dogs peeing, pregnant women
And noisy children
In the morning it's crowded, in the evening it's packed
It stinks, it sings, it laments
Or it boasts about having a small life, yes sir
About having a life sir
Sometimes women put on makeup, perfume
Because they are ugly and they stink
Sometimes drunk, high guys bother the passengers
But it's never mean in the central TER

The journey I know it by heart
From the countryside to Paris
In the suburbs, the trams shake in the cold and under a blazing sun
Through the clouds and the rain in the winter fog
We are squeezed, you suffocate for whole minutes
And when the train stops, and the doors slide
The rails start to squeak, to moan in pain
They screech, they shudder
The seats are heated by different butts
Eyes meet, indifferent
Eyelids close, tired, worn out
From an exhausting day
People thin out into buildings
The tall trees bury themselves and turn into parking lots
It's a whole world that you cross when you take the central TER

Morning and evening, evening and morning
I change carriages, I change trains
Without enthusiasm to ensure my daily routine
Morning and evening, evening and morning
I change carriages, I change trains
There's everything in this train
People who think, people who think about people
People who think about people who think
Those are a bit crazy
When you think about it
You see guys who are sobering up from a quiet evening
You come across pretty girls on the verge of tears
There's everything, there's a soul, something you can't explain
In the central TER

In the central TER, there's no label
We destroy the notion instilled too young in heads
It's heterogeneous, we don't take it seriously
We don't have the same genes in the central TER
People who travel don't talk much
But I think they still love each other
At the same time you feel close to the other
When you share a delay of one hour fifty seven

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