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I'm talking about a time

That the under-20s

Can't know

Montmartre at that time

Hanged his lilacs

Right under our windows

And if the humble garnished

Which served as our nest

Didn't look good

That's where we met

I was screaming famine

And you posing nude

Bohemian, bohemian

That meant

We're happy

Bohemian, bohemian

We only ate every other day

In nearby cafes

There were a few of us

Who was waiting for glory

And although wreeial

With a hollow belly

We don't stop believing it

And when a few bistros

Against a good hot meal

We were taking a canvas

We were reciting worms

Grouped around the stove

Forgetting winter

Bohemian, bohemian

That meant

You are pretty

Bohemian, bohemian

And we all had genius

Often it happened to me

In front of my easel

Spending sleepless nights

Retouching the drawing

From the line of a breast

From the shape of a hip

And it's only in the morning

That we were finally sitting down

In front of a cream coffee

Exhausted but delighted

Was it necessary that we love

And that we love life

Bohemian, bohemian

That meant

We're 20 years old

Bohemian, bohemian

And we lived from the air of the time

When to chance days

I'm going for a walk

At my old address

I don't recognize any more

Neither the walls nor the streets

Who saw my youth

At the top of a staircase

I'm looking for the workshop

Of which nothing remains

In its new setting

Montmartre looks sad

And the lilacs are dead

Bohemian, bohemian

We were young

We were crazy

Bohemian, bohemian

It doesn't mean anything anymore

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