Justyna Szafran - Cyganeria / La Boheme

The wind took these times away
The ones who are 20 years old, it's an unknown time for them
Montmartre in these old days
Was decorated with lilacs that grew under windows
Between those 4 walls
Although we suffered the hunger
It was the seventh heaven for us
Because we had each other
A poor painter, and next to him - I

Bohème, Bohème -
It's such as a lot as knowing the taste of happiness
Bohemia, Bohemia -
Without eating, we were living anyhow

And in cafes it was crowdy
Everyone of us was waiting there
To be found by fame
"Eh, such time will come that the world
Will appreciate us."
He was saying without hesitation
And when a cook let us eat something in the kitchen
For a new painting
Tomorrow was nothing
An old stove was warming us
And you were reading a poem

Bohème, Bohème -
It's your beauty's shine
Bohemia, Bohemia -
And everyone of us was a genius

Sometimes I was laughing when
You were left to sit by an easel the whole night
Retouching all the time the roundness of my breast
Or a sketch of my hip
When the night was interrupted by a morning
It was a time for a sip of a coffee
It was life calling us
And in a strange delight we were making love
A new day would come

Bohème, Bohème -
It means to be 20 years old
Bohemia, Bohemia -
In our pockets - a wind flowing

When I get lost there - the same address, number
But, on that, it's the end
I can't recognise, no,
None from the old places from my crazy past
I run up the stairs but
All signs of your workshop are gone
For once and forever
The old Montmartre became sad in a new apparel
And no lilacs grow there now

La Bohème, la Bohème -
Today you can only dream about it
"la Bohème", "la Bohème" -
Today these words mean nothing.
La Bohème, la Bohème,
La Bohème, la Bohème,
La Bohème, la ....