La bohême [English translation]

I 'm talking about the time

That at this moment ...

No longer has any value.

I'm talking about Montmartre,

Of lilac flowers

Blossoming at the windows;

Of our room

Full of hope ...

And of a great love ...

Painter means

"Few things to eat ...

But I never cried. "

The bohème, bohème ...

Meant happiness.

The bohème, the bohème ...

It was our beautiful age.

And in nearby cafes

We were somebody ...

Who was waiting for glory;

Of the poor you know,

But to tell the truth,

We believed so much,

So much that a canvas

Then turned ...

In a hot meal ...

And all without a penny

Around a fireplace ...

The winter is gone.

The bohème, the bohème ...

Means living like this ...

The bohème, the bohème ...

Love everyone and say yes.

Very often it happened

That at your easel ...

You passed the night ...

And you were drawing me,

That I was there for you

For hours and hours.

And then in the morning

We were dead tired ...

There was the sun,

And we went down together

Both happy ...

To have a good coffee.

The bohème, the bohème ...

Twenty years with you ...

The bohème, the bohème ...

I have never seen you again ...

When one day by chance

You find yourself passing ...

in front of the house,

The home of Montmartre,

No more lilacs;

Everything looks sad ...

And above that ladder

The canvas no longer passes,

Now it's all new ...

You are a great lord

Who dies of pain ...

And who never cries.

The bohème, the bohème ...

You hear a voice and you think about me ...

The bohème, the bohème ...

Back never back ...