Entertainment Music "Mi Chiamano Mimi" Lyrics and Text Translation Mimi's Aria From Puccini's Opera La Boheme Print John Snelling/Getty Images Entertainment/Getty Images Music Classical Music Lyrics Basics Operas Rock Music Pop Music Alternative Music Country Music Folk Music Rap & Hip Hop Rhythm & Blues World Music Punk Music Heavy Metal Jazz Latin Music Oldies Learn More By Aaron Green Aaron Green Music Expert B.A., Classical Music and Opera, Westminster Choir College of Rider University Aaron M. Green is an expert on classical music and music history, with more than 10 years of both solo and ensemble performance experience. Learn about our Editorial Process Updated on 04/28/19 Giacomo Puccini's famous opera, La Boheme is packed full of fantastic arias, like "Che gelida manina." When Rodolfo reveals to Mimi that he has fallen in love with her, he wants to know all about her. He asks her to tell him something about her and her life. Mimi's reply begins by telling him she is called Mimi, but her true name is Lucia. Here are the lyrics and an English translation. Italian Lyrics Sì. Mi chiamano Mimìma il mio nome è Lucia.La storia mia è breve.A tela o a setaricamo in casa e fuori...Son tranquilla e lietaed è mio svagofar gigli e rose.Mi piaccion quelle coseche han sì dolce malìa,che parlano d'amor, di primavere,di sogni e di chimere,quelle cose che han nome poesia...Lei m'intende?Mi chiamano Mimì,il perché non so.Sola, mi foil pranzo da me stessa.Non vado sempre a messa,ma prego assai il Signore.Vivo sola, solettalà in una bianca cameretta:guardo sui tetti e in cielo;ma quando vien lo sgeloil primo sole è mioil primo bacio dell'aprile è mio!Germoglia in un vaso una rosa...Foglia a foglia la spio!Cosi gentile il profumo d'un fiore!Ma i fior ch'io faccio,Ahimè! non hanno odore.Altro di me non le saprei narrare.Sono la sua vicina che la vien fuori d'ora a importunare. English Translation Yes, they call me Mimibut my true name is Lucia.My story is short.A canvas or a silkI embroidery at home and abroad...I am happy and at peaceand my pastimeis to make lilies and roses.I love all thingsthat have gentle sweet smells,that speak of love, of spring,of dreams and fanciful things,those things that have poetic names ...Do you understand me?They call me Mimi,I do not know why.Alone, I makelunch by myself.I do not go to church,but I pray a lot to the Lord.I stay all alonethere in a white roomand look upon the roofs and the skybut when the thaw comesThe first sun, like myfirst kiss, is mine!Buds in a vase...Leaf and leaf I spy!That gentle perfume of a flower!But the flowers that I make,Alas! no smell.Other than telling you about me, I know nothing.I am only your neighbor who comes out to bother you.