Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
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 hand. E. My mother told me tales of Spain, I think that`s where she longed to be. Of mountain bandits she once sang, Andalusia`s 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 hand. When I was a child in Provence, Bare foot in the hills I danced once. But the gypsy road is so long, the roads so long. Everyday 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 daydreams. 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 hand. Here`s my fate in the lines of my hands.