Où est passée ma bohème? [English translation]

The time that passes

Can never erase

The memories of good old days gone by

Foolish youth, you leaving us

So much tenderness and regret.

Where has my bohemian gone?

Where have those good old days gone?

The nights whispering "I love you's"

And love poems.

It was the time of romance,

It was the time of talking

About unimportant things,

And yet I'm always thinking of them,

I'm always thinking of them.

Foolish youth, you who left us

So much tenderness and regret.

Where has my bohemian gone?

Where have the good old days gone?

The nights whispering "I love yous"

And love poems.

The memories return to me,

Just as burning as other times.

My heart is always the same,

Because my bohemian is you,

Because my bohemian is you.

Where has my bohemian gone?

Where have the good old days gone?

The nights whispering "I love you's"

And love poems.