The day barely breaks,

I’m already up,

And already I stroll

A blade on my cheeks.

Smoking coffee,

The elevator waits for me

And the engine I turn on

Help me to take slowly…

To take my place in the traffic…

To take my place in the traffic.

 

I would like that someone comes and frees me,

But the one that I have just chosen

Gave me just enough to survive

And too few to escape.

I remain the prisoner of my promises

To all these carpet sellers

Who make me sleep on thick wool,

And who force me at the end of each night…

To take my place in the traffic…

To take my place in the traffic.

 

And when I want to speak to nobody,

When I have the blues,

I am going to pick up my phone

And dial 411.

I am a mutant, a new man,

I do not even possess my desires,

I perfume myself with carbon monoxides,

And I’m afraid to know how I will wind up.

 

I watch the rebels go away

And I feel cramped in my skin,

But I swore on the law of scales.

If one day I want to die at the very top,

I have to take my place in the traffic…

Have to take my place in the traffic.

 

And when I want to speak to nobody,

When I have the blues,

I am going to pick up my phone

And dial 411.

Because whatever I say,

Whatever I do,

The black cars have to pass by.

I am a mutant, a new man,

I do not even possess my desires,

I perfume myself with carbon monoxides,

And I’m afraid to know how I will finish.

 

There are so many serious things

Taking place in my streets

That my children already know

They will have to get use…

To take my place in the traffic…

To take my place in the traffic…

My place in the traffic.