Charles Aznavour
Miscellaneous
La Boheme
I'm talking to you about a time
That those under twenty years of age
Cannot know
Montmartre in that time
Hanging its lilacs
Right under our windows
And if the humble garni
Who served as our nest
Did not look like anything
That's where we met
Me who was starving
And you who posed naked
Bohemia, bohemia
That wanted say we are happy
Bohemia, bohemia
We only ate every other day
In the neighboring cafes
There were a few of us some
Who were waiting for glory
And although poor
With empty stomachs
We never stopped believing in it
And when some bistro
For a good hot meal
We took a canvas
We recited verses
Grouped around the stove
Forgetting the winter
Bohemia , bohemia
That meant you are pretty
Bohemia, bohemia
And we all had genius
Often he told me arrived
In front of my easel
To spend sleepless nights
Retouching the drawing
Of the line of a breast
Of the curve of a hip
And It wasn't until the morning
That we finally sat down
In front of a coffee and cream
Exhausted but delighted
Was it necessary that the we love each other
And that we love life
Bohemia, bohemia
That meant we are twenty years old
Bohemia, bohemia
And we lived in the spirit of the times
When by chance
I'm going for a walk
To my old address
I no longer recognize
Neither the walls, nor the streets
Which saw my youth
At the top of a staircase
I am looking for the workshop
Of which nothing more does not survive
In its new decor
Montmartre seems sad
And the lilacs are dead
Bohemia, bohemia
We were young , we were crazy
Bohemia, bohemia
It no longer means anything at all

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