Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La bohemia , by - Buika. Song from the album Niña de fuego, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 18.05.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
La bohemia(original) |
| Bohemia de París |
| Alegra lo que es gris |
| De un tiempo ya pasado |
| En donde en un desván con traje de can-can |
| Posabas para mi y yo con devoción pintaba con pasión |
| Tu cuerpo fatigado |
| Hasta el amanecer, aveces sin comer y siempre sin dormir |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era el amor, felicidad |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era una flor de nuestra edad |
| Debajo de un quintal |
| La mesa del café, feliz nos reunía |
| Hablando sin cesar |
| Soñando con llegar |
| La gloria conseguir |
| Y cuando algún pintor hallaba un comprador |
| Y un lienzo le vendía |
| Solíamos gritar correr y pasear alegres por París |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era jurar que yo te ame |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Yo junto a ti triunfar por él |
| Teníamos salud, sonrisa, juventud y nada en los bolsillos |
| Con frió con calor, el mismo buen humor |
| Bailaba nuestro ser luchando siempre igual |
| Con hambre hasta el final |
| Hacíamos castillos, y el ansia de vivir |
| Nos hizo resistir y no desfallecer |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era mirar y amanecer |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era soñar con un querer |
| Me regrese a París |
| Cruce su niebla gris |
| Y lo encontré cambiado |
| Las lilas ya no están |
| Ni suben al desván |
| Moradas de pasión |
| Soñando como ayer |
| Ronde por mi taller |
| Mas ya lo han derrumbado |
| Y han puesto en su lugar |
| Abajo un café-bar y arriba una pensión |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Que yo viví.solo se perdió |
| La bohemia, la bohemia |
| Era una flor y al fin murió… |
| (translation) |
| Bohemia of Paris |
| Brighten what is gray |
| of a time already past |
| Where in a loft with a can-can suit |
| You posed for me and with devotion I painted with passion |
| your tired body |
| Until dawn, sometimes without eating and always without sleeping |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| It was love, happiness |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| She was a flower of our age |
| under a quintal |
| The coffee table, happy we met |
| talking endlessly |
| dreaming of arriving |
| get the glory |
| And when some painter found a buyer |
| And a canvas sold him |
| We used to scream run and walk joyfully through Paris |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| It was to swear that I love you |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| Together with you, I will triumph for him |
| We had health, smile, youth and nothing in our pockets |
| With cold with heat, the same good mood |
| Our being danced fighting always the same |
| Hungry to the end |
| We made castles, and the desire to live |
| It made us resist and not give up |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| It was to look and dawn |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| It was dreaming of a love |
| I went back to Paris |
| Cross your gray mist |
| And I found it changed |
| The lilacs are gone |
| They don't even go up to the attic |
| abodes of passion |
| dreaming like yesterday |
| Rode through my workshop |
| But they have already collapsed |
| And they have put in its place |
| Downstairs a café-bar and upstairs a pension |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| That I lived. it was only lost |
| The bohemian, the bohemian |
| It was a flower and finally it died... |