Charles Aznavour's "La Bohème" English translation

Let me speak of a time
That all youth in their prime
May think of as a dream
Montmar-tre, as it was
Lilacs bowing for us
So fragrant in the nights.

Though the flat that we shared
And the home where we loved
Was often lamented
It remains where we met
When I was penniless,
You modeled in the raw

La bohème, la bohème
To us it meant
Felicity
La bohème, la bohème
Often the larder was bare

In the nearby cafés
Lingered a few of us
Wh'were destined for repute
And while so destitute,
Ever lean and famished,
In fame we all believed.

And on days when an inn
Would serve us a good meal
For the price of a sketch
We'd sing our poetry
Embers glowing gently
Winter, a memory