This neighborhood that resonates in my head
This past that rings and watches over me
This boul' mich' that has the line in autumn
These sandwiches that line up monotonously
Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter
At Dupont it dragged on the day
It's It was the bridge that lasted all year
The exam fell like a head
In the morning without quibble or trumpets
Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter
That little sister who sold her bohemia
And this spleen that trailed in her train
J I had nothing, no regrets or principles
The whores, it hit me like the flu
Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter
This old teacher who spoke at his ease
br/>Very good, except that it was for the chairs
Today a diploma is ruined
At the lecture halls you point's like in the factory
Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter, Latin Quarter
The years are past like a shadow
The past It happens again and you sink
Rue Soufflot the windows are screaming
Without a word I get away, I shut my mouth
I find it again nothing more, it's so far away, Latin Quarter