Bohemian of gay, crazy and gray paris of a past time
where in a loft with a can you pose for me
and I devotionally painted your tired body with passion
until dawn sometimes without eating and always without sleep
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Bohemian bohemian
it was the love of delicity
Bohemian bohemian
It was a flower of our age
under a quinké the happy coffee table brought us together
talking incessantly dreaming of arriving
the glory to get and when some painter
he found a buyer and a canvas he sold
We used to shout with him and walk happily in Paris
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Bohemian bohemian
I was playing I saw you and I loved you
Bohemian bohemian
I together you succeed I can
We had health, smile, youth and nothing in our pockets
with cold with heat the same good mood
danced in neutral thirst always fighting the same
hungry until the end we made castles
and the desire to divide made us resist and not faint
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Bohemian bohemian
It was watching sunrise
Bohemian bohemian
was to dream of a want
today I returned to Paris crossing its fog girs
I found it changed the lilacs are no longer
they do not go up to the attic
dwellings of passion dreaming like yesterday
ronde by my workshop but they have already collapsed
and they have put in their place below a cafebar and above a pension
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Bohemian bohemian
that I lived his light lost
Bohemian bohemian
it was a flower and finally he died
Only among all we can make this a better place :)