La bohemia - Buika

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…

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...