2018.12.14.
Bohemia
It's an unknown world for him.Montmartre in these old days
was adorned with lilac
that was blooming under windows.
Within these four walls,
although we were suffering hunger,
it was like in the seventh heaven.
We had each other of course:
a poor painter and me next to him.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
it's equal to knowing the taste of happiness.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
not eating, living miserable life.
In buzzy cafés
every of us was waiting
for the fame to find him/her.
'Eh, the time will come
when the world will appreciate us!',
he used to say without hesitation.
And when in the kitchen
the boss let us eat something
in return for new canvas,
tomorrow was nothing,
an old furnace was warming us
and you were saying a poem.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
it's the glamour of your beauty.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
and every of us was a genius.
I sometimes laughed when
you had to sit in front of easels all night.
You were constantly retouching
the circle of my breast,
the shape of my hips.
When dawn broke the night,
there was time for a sip of coffee.
It was life that was calling us...
and in the strangest delight we were loving each other.
A new day was coming.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
it means to be 20 years old.
Bohemia, Bohemia -
wind was raving in our pockets.
When I'll stray there,
the address and number will be the same
but that's it.
I can't recognise
any of old places
from my crazy youth.
I'm running up the stairs but
the trace of your atelier has already disappeared
once and for always.
Old Montmartre in a new vesture became sadder...
and lilacs don't bloom the anymore.
La Bohème, la Bohème -
today you can only dream of it.
'la Bohème', 'la Bohème' -
these words mean nothing today.
La Bohème, la Bohème,
La Bohème, la Bohème,
La Bohème, la ....