…bohème, whisper my name, make a list of my mirage, experience me ...experience me in the name of longing, in the name of verbs, in the name of mystery, in the name of appetite ...appetite for my smile, for my eyes that kiss you, caress you for here I am your drunkenness, urging you valiantly to bathe me in the dew of your smile ...in the dew of your smile to see me blossoming on dawn's edge of your lips on mine ...your lips on mine profiled to not get as one perceived feelin' dangerous for, (...) for I whisper your name, for I make a list of your mirage, for I experience you... bohème