Ma Boheme (랭보) Lyrics – 시나

Je m’en allais, les poings
dans mes poches crevees;
Mon paletot aussi devenait ideal;
J’allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j’etais ton feal;

Oh! la! la! que d’amours
splendides j’ai revees!
Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
– Petit-Poucet reveur,

j’egrenais dans ma course
Des rimes. Mon auberge etait
a la Grande-Ourse.
– Mes etoiles au ciel avaient

un doux frou-frou
Et je les ecoutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de septembre
ou je sentais des gouttes

De rosee a mon front,
comme un vin de vigueur;
Ou, rimant au milieu
des ombres fantastiques,

Comme des lyres, je tirais les elastiques
De mes souliers blesses,
un pied pres de mon coeur!
Et je les ecoutais, assis au bord des routes,

Ces bons soirs de septembre
ou je sentais des gouttes
De rosee a mon front,
omme un vin de vigueur;

Ou, rimant au milieu
des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les elastiques
De mes souliers blesses,

un pied pres de mon coeur!
Je m’en allais, les poings
dans mes poches crevees;
Mon paletot aussi devenait ideal;

J’allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j’etais ton feal;
Oh! la! la! que d’amours splendides j’ai revees!
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Ma Boheme (랭보) Lyrics English

I went, fists
in my crew pockets;
My pallot also became ideal;
I was going under the sky, muse! And I was your feal;

Oh! the! the! than love
Splendid I have come back!
My only panties had a wide hole.
– Pet-Poucet Heating,

I grabbed in my race
Rhymes. My hostel was
At Grande-Ourse.
– My stars in heaven had

a sweet frou
And I was ecotizing them, sitting at the edge of the roads,
These good nights of September
or I felt drops

From Rosee to my forehead,
as a vigor of vigor;
Or, rhyming in the middle
Fantastic shadows,

Like lyres, I pulled the elastics
Of my wounded shoes,
One foot near my heart!
And I was ecotizing them, sitting at the edge of the roads,

These good nights of September
or I felt drops
From Rosee to my forehead,
Omme a wine of force;

Or, rhyming in the middle
Fantastic shadows,
Like lyres, I pulled the elastics
Of my wounded shoes,

One foot near my heart!
I went, fists
in my crew pockets;
My pallot also became ideal;

I was going under the sky, muse! And I was your feal;
Oh! the! the! What splendid loves I revened!
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com

시나 Lyrics – Ma Boheme (랭보)

시나

Ma Boheme (랭보)