La Bohemia
Charles Aznavour
The Bohemia
Bohemia of Paris
Joyful, crazy, and gray
From a time already past
Where in an attic
With a can-can dress
You posed for me
And I with devotion
Painted with passion
Your weary body
Until dawn
Sometimes without eating
And always without sleeping
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was love, happiness
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was a flower of our age
Under a lamp
The coffee table
Happily brought us together
Talking incessantly
Dreaming of achieving
Glory
And when a painter
Found a buyer
And sold a canvas
We used to shout
Eat and stroll
Joyful in Paris
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was swearing, I saw you and loved you
The bohemia, the bohemia
I will triumph by your side
We had health
Smiles, youth
And nothing in our pockets
In cold, in heat
The same good humor
Danced within us
Always fighting the same
With hunger until the end
We built castles
And the desire to live
Made us resist
And not falter
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was watching the sunrise
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was dreaming of a love
Today I returned to Paris
I crossed its gray mist
And found it changed
The lilacs are no longer there
Nor do they climb to the attic
Purple with passion
Dreaming like yesterday
I wandered through my workshop
But it has already been demolished
And in its place they have put
Below, a café-bar
And above, a boarding house
The bohemia, the bohemia
That I lived, lost its light
The bohemia, the bohemia
Was a flower and finally died