Ronde de Nuit

Night Round

In the heart of the sleeping city
Lie millions of folks who just obey!
No one else to scream through the night
But the old bum under the Marie bridge

In the streets, there’s nothing but cops
All the hoodlums are locked up tight
Everything's so quiet it smells like rot
Paris is gonna die of boredom! (Paris is gonna die of boredom!)

The baron ruling at city hall
Wants everyone to go to bed without a sound
Squeaky beds are banned, you see
Snoring’s allowed, thank you!

Come on, children of the homeland
Against us, the tyranny
That this clown feeds us!
Elected by sinister fools!

Paris is dying today
For giving itself to a crook
A bastard who took away
Its sleepless nights!
Paris at night is over!
Paris is gonna die of boredom
Paris is dying, give it back
Its sleepless nights!
Paris is dying today
For giving itself to a crook
A bastard who took away
Its sleepless nights!

(Go!) (Go!)

It’s the night round
It’s the night round (go!)
It’s the night round (go!)
It’s the night round
It’s the night round
It’s the night round
It’s the night round