Le métro de Paris

Escalators moving
Automatic turnstiles
Transfer corridors
Rush hours and crowds
Mosaic doors
A fantastic maze
And always, running,
People coming and going
And again, running,
The same folks coming back
And the metro that strolled beneath Paris
Gently takes off and then flies
Flies over the rooftops of Paris

Young ladies bustling
Workers making their way
Typists in a hurry
Soldiers rushing through
Employees shuffling
Lovers buzzing
And always, running,
People coming and going
And again, running,
The same folks coming back
And the metro that strolled beneath Paris
Gently takes off and then flies
Flies over the rooftops of Paris

Escalators moving
Automatic turnstiles
Footsteps echoing
In the monotonous halls
Fantastic basilica
In the electric suburb
The Paris metro
A gigantic glowing worm
Over the rooftops of Paris
Has woven silver threads
And gently
It stretches over the rooftops of Paris
And glides, glides, glides, glides, glides…