The Bohemienne Song — текст песни (Tina Arena)

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

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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