Of course, it's not the Seine
It's not the Bois de Vincennes
But it's quite pretty all the same
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

No quays and no old refrains
That lament and drag on
But love still blossoms there
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

They know better than us, I think
The history of our kings of France
Herman, Peter, Helga, and Hans
In Göttingen

And let no one be offended
But the tales of our childhood
"Once upon a time," begins
In Göttingen

Of course, we have the Seine
And then our Bois de Vincennes
But God, the roses are beautiful
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

We have our pale mornings
And the gray soul of Verlaine
They have melancholy itself
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

When they know nothing to tell us
They stay there smiling at us
But we understand them all the same
The blond children of Göttingen

And too bad for those who are surprised
And may the others forgive me
But children are the same
In Paris or in Göttingen

Oh, may it never return
The time of blood and hatred
Because there are people I love
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

And when the alarm would sound
If we had to take up arms again
My heart would shed a tear
For Göttingen, for Göttingen
Lalala

But it's quite pretty all the same
In Göttingen, in Göttingen

And when the alarm would sound
If we had to take up arms again
My heart would shed a tear
For Göttingen, for Göttingen

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