Le Métro de Paris [English translation]

The mechanic escalators,

Automatic gates,

Corridors of correspondance

Peak hours and affluence

Mosaic doors,

Fantastic labyrinth,

And always, running

The people that go and come

And still, running

The same people that return

And the subway that strolls under Paris

Sweetly dashes and then flies

Flies on the corners of Paris

The silly young girls that scamper along

The workers that walk

The typists that hurry

The soldiers that are eager

The employees that stand about

The lovers that gather around

And always, running

The people that go and come

And still, running

The same people that return

And the subway that strolls under Paris

Sweetly dashes and then flies

Flies on the corners of Paris

The mechanic escalators,

Automatic gates,

The noise of steps that reverberate

In the monotonous corridors

Fantastic Basilica

In the electric suburb,

The Paris subway,

Gigantic across, gleaming

On the corners of Paris

That have weaved the sons of money

And, sweetly,

It stretches on the corners of Paris

And glides, glides, glides, glides, glides...