La Bohème (En Anglais)

Let me tell of the time, when the world was in rhyme with the sound of our laughter

Montmartre hung with flowers

Those far farther than ours, of hunger and of love

And aware in our youth, of the sobering truth, of the years that came after

We laughed at common men, for we were heroes then, and heaven smiled above

La bohème, la bohème

Poor hungry you, poor hungry me

La bohème, la bohème

Silly old world that could not see

All those innocent hearts, who imagined their arts could be casually mastered

And each and everyone, the sands of time had gone away from each and all

For each scenes that are schemed

For impossible dreams that could never have lasted

For when we woke at last the big parade had passed

And Spring had gone it's way

La bohème, la bohème

Someone to care, someone to mind

La bohème, la bohème

We were in love and love is blind

Now and then I return, and the memories burn with a bitter sweet aching

I climb the same old stairs, but no one longer cares

And there's no one to greet in the street were we walked,

Or the bars were we talked of the world we were making

I stand up on that hill, until I drink my fill, then leave it all behind

La bohème, la bohème

Moments of joy, moments of pain

La bohème, la bohème

Nothing can bring them back again