Of course, it's not the Seine
It's not the Bois de Vincennes
But it's still lovely all the same
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
No quays and no old tunes
That lament and drag along
But love still blooms there
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
They know better than we do, I think
The story of our French kings
Herman, Peter, Helga and Hans
And let nobody take offense
But the tales of our childhood
Begin with once upon a time
Of course we've got the Seine
And then our Bois de Vincennes
But God, how beautiful the roses are
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
We've got our wan mornings
And Verlaine's gray soul
They, they're melancholy itself
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
When they don't know what to say to us
They just stay there smiling at us
But we still understand them
The blond kids of Göttingen
And too bad for those who are surprised
And may the others forgive me
But kids, they're the same
Oh, make it so it never returns
The time of blood and hate
Because there are people I love
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
And if the alarm were to ring
If we had to take up arms again
My heart would shed a tear
For Göttingen, for Göttingen
But it's still lovely all the same
In Göttingen, in Göttingen
And if the alarm were to ring
If we had to take up arms again
My heart would shed a tear
For Göttingen, for Göttingen