La bohème
Charles Aznavour
Bohemian
I'm talking to you about a time
That those under twenty cannot know
Montmartre, at that time hung its lilacs right under our windows
And if the humble garni, which served as our nest, did not look like
That's where we met, me who was starving and you who posed naked
Bohemian
Bohemian
That meant
One is happy
Bohemian
Bohemian
We only ate every other day
In the neighboring cafes, there were a few of us waiting for glory
And although poor with empty stomachs we never stop believing in it
And when some bistro, for a good hot meal, took us a canvas
We recited verses, grouped around the stove, forgetting the winter
Bohemian
Bohemian
That meant
You are pretty
Bohemian
Bohemian
And we all had genius
Often, I spent sleepless nights at my easel
Retouching the drawing of the line of a breast, the curve of a hip
And it was only in the morning that we finally sat down to a coffee and cream
Exhausted, but delighted, did we have to love each other and love life
Bohemian
Bohemian
That meant we're twenty years old
Bohemian
Bohemian
And we lived in the spirit of the times
As for the chance of the days, I'm going to take a look at my old address
I no longer recognize the walls or the streets that saw my youth at the top of a staircase
I am looking for the workshop, of which nothing remains in its new decor
Montmartre seems sad and the lilacs are dead
Bohemian
Bohemian
We were young
We were crazy
Bohemian
Bohemian
It doesn't mean anything at all anymore
