Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I´ll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here´s my fate in the lines of my hands

My mother told me tales of Spain
I think that´s where she longed to be
Of mountain bandits she once sang
Andalusia memory
There in the mountains she was free

My mother, father all are gone
And I´ve made Paris be my home
I dream of oceans rolling on
They take my heart where I must come
Andalusia mountain home

Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I´ll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here´s my fate in the lines of my hands

When I was a child in Provence
Barefoot in the hills I dance once
But the gypsy road is long
The road´s so long

Every day I see a new chance
Maybe some road will lead from France
I will follow till I come home
Till I come home

Andalusia´s streams
Run through my blood
Run through my day dreams
Andalusia´s sky
When it calls me
I feel my heart fly

Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I´ll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here´s my fate in the lines of my hands
Here´s my fate in the lines of my hands