[Lyrics of "La bohème"] [Verse 1] I speak to you of a time that those under twenty Can not know Montmartre at that time, hung its lilacs Right under our windows And even though the modest lodging, that served as our nest Didn't seem like much It's there where we met, me who was starving And you who posed nude [Chorus] The bohemian life, the bohemian life It meant we were happy The bohemian life, the bohemian life We ate every other day [Verse 2] In the nearby cafes, there were a few of us Waiting for glory And although poverty-stricken, with empty bellies We never stopped believing And when some bistro, in exchange for a warm meal Took one of our paintings We recited verses, huddled around the stove Forgetting the winter