La bohème (English Version)

Let me tell of a time when the world was in rhyme
With the sound of our laughter
Montmartre hanged with flowers
For far-forgotten hours
Of hunger and of love

Unaware 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
See the old world that could not see

We were new at the game
We were ready for fame
We were ready for glory
We tried to change the world
But nothing really change, as the years early by

We got lost in our dreams, our impossible dreams
It's the usual story
And when we woke at last we found that our day had passed
And our little time gone by

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 bittersweet aching
I climb the same old stairs
But no-one longer cares

And there's no-one to greet in the streets where we walked
And the coffe where we talked of a world we were making
I stand upon 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