Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bohème, artist - We Invented Paris. Album song We Invented Paris, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 03.11.2011
Record label: Spectacular Spectacular
Song language: French
Bohème(original) |
| There are too many books |
| That want to be read |
| But some of those will last |
| Cast out those demons and |
| Cry for those houses once more |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| C’est toujours la même chose |
| On va chanter des chansons d’amour |
| On va danser jusqu’a la nuit |
| Used pillows and sweatshirts |
| Have thrown up their last words |
| Of dignity and hope |
| Oh I’m not a poet |
| My English is bad |
| But somehow I need to sing on |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| C’est toujours la même chose |
| On va chanter des chansons d’amour |
| On va danser jusqu’a la nuit |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| C’est toujours la même chose |
| On va chanter des chansons d’amour |
| On va danser |
| Take me and hold me |
| And wrap yourself around me |
| Kings were hanging like suns from the ceiling |
| I need an unveiling |
| Candlelights rest in the sweet fireplace |
| We’ve painted the floor with used grace |
| Bohème, je t’aime |
| (translation) |
| There are too many books |
| That want to be read |
| But some of those will last |
| Cast out those demons and |
| Cry for those houses once more |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| It's always the same thing |
| We gonna sing love songs |
| We will dance until the night |
| Used pillows and sweatshirts |
| Have thrown up their last words |
| Of dignity and hope |
| Oh I'm not a poet |
| My English is bad |
| But somehow I need to sing on |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| It's always the same thing |
| We gonna sing love songs |
| We will dance until the night |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| Bohemian, I love you |
| It's always the same thing |
| We gonna sing love songs |
| We are going to dance |
| Take me and hold me |
| And wrap yourself around me |
| Kings were hanging like suns from the ceiling |
| I need an unveiling |
| Candlelights rest in the sweet fireplace |
| We've painted the floor with used grace |
| Bohemian, I love you |