LYRICS GAME

I'm talking about a time nobody under 20 can know

Montmartre back then

And if the humble boarding house that served as our nest didn't look like much

That's where we met

Me starving and you posing nude

Bohemia, Bohemia

That meant we're happy

Bohemia, Bohemia

We ate only every other day

In the cafés nearby, there were a few of us

Waiting for glory

And though we were broke

With empty bellies, we never stopped believing

And when some bar, for a good hot meal

Took one of our canvases

We recited verses, huddled round the stove, forgetting winter

Bohemia, Bohemia

That meant "You're pretty"

Bohemia, Bohemia

And we were all geniuses

Often I'd find myself

In front of my easel, spending sleepless nights

Touching up the curve of a breast, the swell of a hip

And only at dawn would we finally sit before a café-crème

Exhausted but thrilled

We had to love each other and love life

Bohemia, Bohemia

That meant we were 20

Bohemia, Bohemia

And we lived on nothing but air

When, on some random day, I go for a walk to my old address

I don't recognize the walls or the streets that saw my youth anymore

At the top of a stair I look for the studio that no longer exists

In its new décor

Montmartre seems sad and the lilacs are dead

Bohemia, Bohemia

We were young, we were crazy

Bohemia, Bohemia

It doesn't mean anything at all anymore