Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Bohème, artist - Raphael. Album song 50 Años Después, Raphael En Directo Y Al Completo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.11.2009
Record label: The Boy On Stage, Universal Music Spain S.L.U
Song language: Spanish
La Bohème(original) |
Bohemia de París |
Alegre, loca y gris |
De un tiempo ya pasado… |
En donde en un desván |
Con traje de Can-Can… |
Posabas para mí |
Y yo con devoción… |
Pintaba con pasión |
Tu cuerpo fatigado… |
Hasta el amanecer |
A veces 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 quinqué |
La mesa de 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, comer |
Y pasear alegres por París |
La Bohemia, la Bohemia |
Era jurar te vi y te amé… |
La Bohemia, la Bohemia |
Yo junto a ti triunfar podré… |
Teníamos salud |
Sonrisa, juventud |
Y nada en los bolsillos… |
Con frío o con calor |
El mismo buen humor |
Bailaba en 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 amanecer… |
La Bohemia, la Bohemia |
Era soñar con un querer… |
Hoy regresé a París |
Crucé su niebla gris |
Y lo encantré cambiado |
Las lilas ya no están |
Ni suben al desván |
Moradas de pasión… |
Soñando como ayer |
Ronder por mi taller |
Mas ya lo han derrumbado… |
Y ocupa su lugar |
Un frío y gran hotel |
Que nos oculta el sol… |
La Bohemia, la Bohemia |
Que yo viví su luz perdió… |
La Bohemia, la Bohemia |
Era una flor y al fin murió |
(translation) |
Bohemia of Paris |
Cheerful, crazy and gray |
From a time long past... |
Where in a loft |
With a Can-Can suit… |
you posed for me |
And I with devotion... |
painted with passion |
Your tired body... |
Until sunrise |
sometimes without eating |
And always without sleep |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
It was love, happiness... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
She was a flower of our age… |
under an oil lamp |
The coffee table… |
Happy we met |
Talking endlessly... |
dreaming of arriving |
The Glory to get… |
And when some painter |
found a buyer |
And a canvas sold him... |
We used to scream, eat |
And walk happily through Paris |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
It was to swear I saw you and I loved you... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
Together with you, I will be able to succeed... |
we had health |
smile, youth |
And nothing in the pockets... |
With cold or with heat |
the same good mood |
It danced in our being… |
always fighting the same |
Hungry to the end |
We made castles... |
And the desire to live |
made us resist |
And don't faint... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
It was watching sunrise... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
It was dreaming of a love… |
Today I returned to Paris |
I crossed 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 |
Ronder by my workshop |
But they have already demolished it... |
and takes its place |
A cold and great hotel |
What hides the sun from us... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
That I lived its light lost... |
Bohemia, Bohemia |
It was a flower and finally it died |