Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les rues de Saint Germain, artist - Carlos. Album song Boum Boum, in the genre Европейская музыка
Date of issue: 20.03.1997
Record label: AB DROITS AUDIOVISUELS (France)
Song language: French
Les rues de Saint Germain(original) |
A Saint-Germain-des-pr?s, il y a tant de po? |
tes qui s’y sont promen? |
s, |
Qu’on se dit que peut-?tre derri? |
re chaque fen? |
tre, leur? |
me est toujours l?, |
Qui veille pour que? |
a ne change pas. |
Les rues de Saint-germain sont remplies de copains, |
Qui sont l? |
comme au temps des jours heureux. |
Du Flore aux deux Magots, du drugstore au m? |
tro, |
Ils regardent passer les amoureux. |
J’en ai connu beaucoup qui? |
taient mes amis, |
On vivait comme des fous, on tra? |
nait toute la nuit, |
On d? |
couvrait le jazz, je m'?tais achet?, |
Un vieux trombone d’occase et j’en jouait. |
Les rues de Saint-germain sont remplies de copains, |
Qui sont l? |
comme au temps des jours heureux. |
Du Flore aux deux Magots, du drugstore au m? |
tro, |
Ils regardent passer les amoureux. |
Certains sont toujours l?, souvent on se revoit, |
Certains s’en sont all? |
s vers d’autres Champs-Elys?es. |
Mais en tournant les pages du livre de ma vie, |
J’ai toujours leur visage qui me sourit. |
Les rues de Saint-germain sont remplies de copains, |
Qui sont l? |
comme au temps des jours heureux. |
Du Flore aux deux Magots, du drugstore au m? |
tro, |
Ils regardent passer les amoureux. |
Les rues de Saint-germain sont remplies de copains, |
Qui sont l? |
comme au temps des jours heureux. |
(translation) |
In Saint-Germain-des-pr?s, there are so many po? |
who have been there? |
s, |
That we say to ourselves that maybe behind? |
re each window? |
be, their? |
is still here for me, |
Who watches for that? |
a does not change. |
The streets of Saint-Germain are filled with friends, |
Who are there? |
like in the days of happy days. |
From Flore to the two Magots, from the drugstore to the m? |
too, |
They watch the lovers pass. |
I have known many who? |
were my friends, |
We were living like crazy, shall we? |
born all night, |
We d? |
was covering jazz, I bought myself, |
An old used trombone and I was playing it. |
The streets of Saint-Germain are filled with friends, |
Who are there? |
like in the days of happy days. |
From Flore to the two Magots, from the drugstore to the m? |
too, |
They watch the lovers pass. |
Some are still there, often we see each other again, |
Some have gone? |
s to other Champs-Elys?es. |
But turning the pages of the book of my life, |
I always have their face smiling at me. |
The streets of Saint-Germain are filled with friends, |
Who are there? |
like in the days of happy days. |
From Flore to the two Magots, from the drugstore to the m? |
too, |
They watch the lovers pass. |
The streets of Saint-Germain are filled with friends, |
Who are there? |
like in the days of happy days. |