La Boheme [English translation]

Paris Bohemian

Brightens what is gray

From a time past by

Where in a attic 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

Bohemian, Bohemian

You were love, happiness

Bohemian, Bohemian

It was a flower of our age

Under an awning

The coffee table, happily united us

Talking incessantly

Dreaming of arriving

Of getting the glory

And when a painter found a buyer

And a canvas sold

We used to shout, run and walk joyfully in Paris

Bohemian, Bohemian

It was swearing that I loved you

bohemian, bohemian

I, next to you, winning for him

We had health, smile, youth and nothing in our pockets

With cold with heat, the same good mood

Our being danced fighting just the same

Hungry to the end

We made castles, and the longing to live

He made us resist and not fail

bohemian, bohemian

It was seeing and beginning the day

The bohemian, the bohemian

I was dreaming of loving

I went back to Paris

I crossed its gray mist

And I found it changed

The lilacs were no longer

They do not go up to the attic

Withered of passion

Dreaming like yesterday

I searched for my workshop

But they have torn it down

And they have replaced it with

A cafe-bar below and boarding house above

bohemian, bohemian

That I lived, was only lost

bohemian, bohemian

It was a flower and finally it died ...

• Artist:Buika
• Album:Niña de fuego (2008)