Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, [bad word] 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 [bad word] Andalusia mountain home

Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, [bad word] 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 so long
The road's so long

Every day I see a new chance
Maybe some road will lead from France
I will follow till [bad word] home
Till [bad word] home

Andalusia's [bad word] through my [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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