I have been waiting for hours in this train
  And I'm riding through Brussels in the rain
  Back to Paris more or less confused
  By the shadows of tractors on the land
  By the changes in my life I pretend
  There's a new life waiting there for me
  I asked myself what sort of books I'd read
  In a train if I ever felt the need
  I bought "My life with Picasso"
  I think of so many things I like to do
  I will go to the Centre Pompidou
  There's a still-life part of my life too
  Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
  My train of thoughts is leaving tonight
  Now like an arrow we're aimed at Gare du Nord
  Between backs of the houses streets like fjords
  And the night falls over Paris
  So I've come back to the Hotel d'Angleterre
  I lay down on a double bed and stare
  At the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)
  Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhof
  My train of thoughts is leaving
  Tonight