Every Saturday after midnight
We meet near the Ile Saint Louis
Frozen with joy and madness
To talk about philosophy

That's where my youth explodes
That's when the instruments start to scream
In the heat and the smoke
Springs the moment when we dare

If you have no imagination
You better stay at home
Here it's a sacred place
The master word is to improvise

Come on, come to Saint Germain
Come on, come to Saint Germain

Yeah, frivolous ardor, endless laughter
It's drunkenness that we crave
To talk, to sing and then to love
We had somewhat forgotten

We're crazy because we're 20
And we don't give a damn
About what will happen in ten years
Long live life, ah, long live the moment

The skirts are unbuttoned
The girls only think about being loved
The boys have long hair
And unbutton their pants

Come on, come, come to Saint Germain
Come on, come, come to Saint Germain

Come on, come, come
Come on, come, come
Come on, come, come to Saint Germain

Yeah, leave the people with short ideas
With their narrow minds
Their thick and reassured faces
And come to Saint Germain des Prés

Come on, come, come to Saint Germain
Come on, come, come to Saint Germain

Come on, come, come
Come on, come, come, yeah
Come on, come, come to Saint Germain

Yeah, come on
Hmm, come on
Yeah, come on
To Saint Germain

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