Notre-Dame de Paris - Bohémienne (보헤미안) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Bohémienne

My mother used to talk about it
The place she longed for: Spain
She talked about the Andalusian mountains and their people
That place was like a birth land, to her
 
I lost my parents and to me
Paris is my birthplace, but
When I think back of the sea, I’m always over there
In a flight of fancy, I’m in Andalusia
 
Bohémienne
I cannot know my birth land
Bohémienne
I was raised on the street
Bohémienne, bohémienne
You can never know the morrow
Bohémienne, bohémienne
I cannot resist my fate
 
Running around barefoot
In my childhood Provence
The journey of gypsies is endless
My life is a constant rove
I’m walking every street on Earth
Till the day I’ll reach the edge of the world
Till that day
 
That land, Andalusia
That river flows my body
My Andalusia
When will I get to see you?
 
Bohémienne
I cannot know my birth land
Bohémienne
I was raised on the street
Bohémienne, bohémienne
You can never know the morrow
Bohémienne, bohémienne
I cannot resist my fate
I cannot resist my fate
 


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