Leonidas - La Bohème

Empty pockets designed to close
Where the money comes from nobody knows
We are the artists of the neon street
Selling our souls to the heavy beat
You want the glory, you want the pain
Dancing for strangers in the freezing rain
Smile for the flesh, pose for the screen
The most beautiful tragedy you've ever seen
We'll starve for the art, we die for the fame
But nobody even remembers your name
C'est la bohème
C'est la bohème La bohème
The beautiful light
We live in the dark, to shine in the sky