Every Saturday after midnight, we meet near Saint Louis Island A transit of joy and madness, to talk about philosophy That's where my youth explodes, the instruments start to scream In the heat and the smoke, the moment when we dare If you have no imagination, better to stay at home Home here is a sacred place, the key word is to improvise Come on, come to Saint Germain Come on, come to Saint Germain Drive the heart, live without hunger It's the freedom that we are hungry for To talk, to sing and then to love We had forgotten it a little We are crazy, we are twenty years old And we don't give a damn about what will happen in ten years Live life, live the moment The gipsies are crazy Girls only think about being loved Boys have long hair Come on, come to Saint Germain Come on, come to Saint Germain Come on, come, come, come on Come on, come to Saint Germain Ha, ha, ha Leave people with short ideas With their brains twisted Their faces thick and reassured And come to Saint Germain Come, come, come, come to Saint Germain Come on, come to Saint Germain Come on, come, come, come on Come to Saint Germain Come on, come on, come on Come to Saint Germain Come on, come on, come on