Paris La Nuit (Ronde de Nuit)

In the heart of the sleeping city
Rest millions of submissive folks
No one else to scream at night
But the old bum under the Marie bridge
In the street, there's only cops left
All the thugs are in jail
Everything is so quiet that it smells rotten
Paris is gonna die of boredom

Let's go, children of the homeland
Against the tyranny
With which the clowns water us down
From the baron who reigns at city hall

Paris is dying today
For having given itself to a bandit
A bastard who took from her
Her sleepless nights
Paris at night is over
Paris is gonna die of boredom
Paris is dying, give it back
Arletty!