Bohémienne
My mother used to talk about itThe place she longed for: SpainShe talked about the Andalusian mountains and their peopleThat place was like a birth land, to her
I lost my parents and to meParis is my birthplace, butWhen I think back of the sea, I’m always over thereIn a flight of fancy, I’m in Andalusia
BohémienneI cannot know my birth landBohémienneI was raised on the streetBohémienne, bohémienneYou can never know the morrowBohémienne, bohémienneI cannot resist my fate
Running around barefootIn my childhood ProvenceThe journey of gypsies is endlessMy life is a constant roveI’m walking every street on EarthTill the day I’ll reach the edge of the worldTill that day
That land, AndalusiaThat river flows my bodyMy AndalusiaWhen will I get to see you?
BohémienneI cannot know my birth landBohémienneI was raised on the streetBohémienne, bohémienneYou can never know the morrowBohémienne, bohémienneI cannot resist my fateI cannot resist my fate