This song is very famous in France. And it is about the bay or Komnery. I live in Saint Germain-des-Prés And every night I have an appointment with Verlaine. This old Pierrot has not changed And to run the Guille-doux near the Seine Often one is flanked by Apollinaire Who comes to mock at our severe miseries We wanted to have fun, but it was a failure We were too stingy Look at all these thieves, all these poets from below And their timbrel Look at all these scoundrels who pretend to never finish the week They are rich to die, moreover they die All these rumours make dreams come true They speak Latin and no longer finnish Ah, Saint Germain-des-Prés You who pass Rue d'Abbaye, Rue Saint-Benoît, Rue Visconti Near the Seine Look at the man who smiles, it's Jean Racine or Valéry Maybe Verlaine Then you will understand, passers-by Why these big scoundrels do taboo It's beautiful, we had to think about it Salut on l'air Ah, Saint Germain-des-Prés