"I am the ticket puncher at Lilas station
Arts et Metiers direct by Levallois
I have had enough,
I am sick
of this cloaca
I want to run away
and to leave my cap in the cloak room
and I am sure of it, a day will come
And I will escape to the nature
I will leave on the main road
at any price
And if for me it isno longer the time
I will leave here in a bier
I make holes little holes, still more little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
There is something that driving me crazy,
Something that making me take a gun
To make myself a little hole, one last little hole,
A little hole, a little hole, one last little hole
And they'll put me in a big hole.
Where l will never hear anymore talk of holes
Never of holes
little holes, little holes."