Le soleil se meurt sur ton violon, bohémien qui joues derrière un buisson. Ta czardas, le doux air, comme la brise une feuille, vient tourmenter ma peine. La nature s'assombrit. Une hirondelle s'argente envolée d'un talus. Un jaune et long rayon se dégage de la nue, s'appuie comme un archet sur l'horizon qui tremble. La terre chante, écoutez ! Toute la plaine a gémi. Je pleure ma belle. Je songe aux morts. Oh ! que de nuages passent sur ma patrie !
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Text Authorship:
- by Paul Fort (1872 - 1960), "Le bohémien", appears in Ballades françaises et chroniques de France, in Lieds, first published 1913 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Floro Ugarte (1884 - 1975), "Le Bohémien", op. 14 (Mélodies) no. 1 (1917) [ medium-high voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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