Charles Aznavour – La bohême

 

La bohème

Pričam ti o vremenu
O kojem tinejdžeri ne mogu znati
U to doba Montmartre bje ovjenčan ljiljanima
Sve do naših prozora, pa premda nam naša skromna namještena soba
Što nam je ljubavno gnijezdo bila , nije bila bliska
Bilo je to mjesto gdje upoznavasmo sebe
Ja što plakah od gladi i Ti pozirajući gola
La bohème, la bohème. To značilo je biti sretan.
La bohème, la bohème. Mi jeli smo tek jednom na dan.

U susjednim kafićima
Bili smo ljudi
Što čekaju na slavu i premda bijedni
I praznih želuca
Nikad ne prestasmo vjerovati
I kad bi neki kafić
U zamjenu za topao obrok
Prihvaćao naše platno, govorili smo stihove
Okupljali se oko peći, zaboravljajući na zimu.
La bohème, la bohème. To značilo je Ti si lijepa
La bohème, la bohème. I svi smo bili geniji.

Često sam probdio
Ispred slikarskoga stalka
Besane noći
Ispravljajući detalje
Na krivulji dojke
Na oblini boka
Pa bismo sjedili do zore
Do jutarnje kave s mlijekom
Iscrpljeni ali razdragani
Zasigurno smo tada voljeli jedno drugo i naš život.

La bohème, la bohème. To značilo je imati dvadeset
La bohème, la bohème. I živjeli smo u duhu vremena.

Kada bih slučajnog dana
Izašao u šetnju
Do svojih starih staza
Više ne bih prepoznao
Ni zidove niti ulice
Što gledahu moju mladost
Na vrhu stuba
Tražio sam knjižaru
Od koje ne ostade ni traga
U svome novom licu
Montmartre izgleda tužno, a ljiljani usahnuše.
La bohème, la bohème. Bili smo tada mladi, bili smo tada ludi
La bohème, la bohème. To sad ne znači više ništa…

Engleski

La bohème

…I tell you about a time
…That teenagers (lit.: those less than 20 years old) cannot know about
…At that time, Montmartre hung its lilacs (pale blue or white, early-blooming flowers)
…right up to our windows, and even if our humble furnished room
…That served us as a (love-)nest didn’t look like much
…It was there that we knew each other
…Me, crying hunger, and you, posing in the nude

…La bohème, la bohème. That meant “one is happy”
…La boème, la bohème. We only ate once every two days.

…In the neighbouring cafes
…We were people
…that waited for glory (fame) and although miserable
…with empty stomacs (lit.: hollow bellies)
…we never stopped believing [in it] and when some pub (of course, ‘bistro’ is a typically french café)
…in exchange for a warm meal
…accepted a painting (lit.: a canvas), we recited verses
…gathered around the stove, forgetting about winter.

…La bohème, la bohème. That meant “you are pretty”
…La bohème, la bohème, and all of us were geniuses (lit.: ‘had genius’)

…Often [it happened to me that],
…before my easel, (i.e. the stand upon which a painter puts the canvas he is working on)
…I spent sleepless nights
…touching up (=making minor corrections to) the drawing
…of the line of a breast
…of the figure of a hip, and only at morning
…one sat down at last
…before a café-crème (coffee with much hot milk)
…exhausted, but exhillarated
…It must have been so that we loved each other, and that we loved life (a rather stiff translation of a fluent French sentence, but I don’t know how to put it otherwise)

…La bohème, la bohème. That meant “one was twenty years old”
…La bohème, la bohème and we lived from the ‘spirit of the age’ (That’s literally what ‘air du temps’ means, but I’m sure that’s not the right way to put it in English. In French it has the connotation of living from air and nothing else, especially nothing material while at the same time referring to the typical feeling in society at that particular time)

…When, some days in a whim
…I go out and take a walk
…to my old address
…I no longer recognise
…nor the walls, nor the streets
…that witnessed (lit.: saw) my youth
…At the top of a stairway
…I search for the workshop
…of which nothing remains
…In its new décor
…Montmartre looks sad, and the lilacs have died.

…La bohème, la bohème. We were young, we were crazy
…La bohème, la bohème. It doesn’t mean anything at all anymore.

 

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