By the fireplace. All the trees in the world you carry. In your eyes. Let's stay here, let's not go to church. I've set the table for dinner. The room is all cluttered with suitcases. But it doesn't take much to love each other. It's Christmas, baby. And here we are reunited.
When we love our fellow men. Everyone is born again. That's his lesson. That's his blessin'. Christmas Calypso! Children's chorus: Father Christmas always brings. Toys, and treats, and sweets, and things. Christmas morning my heart sings.La Bohème (Italian Version) by Charles Aznavour English Translation. Je vous parle d'un temps | Je vous parle d'un temps. Que les moins de vingt ans | Que les moins de vingt ans. Ne peuvent pas connaître | Ne peuvent pas connaître. Montmartre en ce temps-là | Montmartre in ce temps-là
I cling to them but I slip. Slowly to my destiny. Die from love. While everyone is judging me. I only see one shelter for me. All exits sealed up for me. Die from love. Die from love. Willingly deep into the night.
How to hide the tears. But for me, my heart. I Didn't know how. One must know. To leave the table. When love I'd no longer served. Without attaching yourself, in a pitiful air. But leave without making a noise. One must know.
. la boheme charles aznavour translation
