Notre Dame de Paris (Лас-Вегас) - 05. The Bohemienne Song | Текст песни

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• Notre Dame de Paris (Лас-Вегас)
• 05. The Bohemienne Song

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 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 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 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 I come home, Till I come home.

Andalusia`s streams, run through my blood, run 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.
Come 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.