O Mimi Tu Più Non Torni

Oh Mimi, you won't come back
Oh, those beautiful days
Little hands, fragrant hair
Snowy neck! Ah! Mimi
My brief youth

I don’t know how it is
That my brush works
And mixes colors against my will
If I like to paint
Oh skies or lands
Oh winters or springs
It draws me two dark eyes
And a tempting mouth
And out comes Musetta's face again

And you, gentle little cap
That, leaving under the pillow
Hid, you know all
Our happiness
Come to my heart
To my dead heart
Since love is dead

And out comes Musetta's face
All charm and all deceit
Meanwhile, Musetta enjoys
And my cowardly heart
Calls her and waits