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

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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 streams  [bad word] through my blood  [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, 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