Les rues de Saint Germain - Carlos

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.

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.