Bohemio Loco

I've been drunk for 3 months
Because my old lady sent me to hell
And one never knows what they have
The good is almost never valued

I'm dragging myself through the paths
Of madness and boredom
I bring a mess with my feelings
That I can't control

She didn't say anything, she was tired
Of so many promises I never kept
You don't work and so I can't
Well, that's your problem, I replied

I'm a crazy bohemian
Maybe you noticed
Third-rate poet
Heart fakir

I'm a crazy bohemian
Who wanted to be a person with you
Sorry if in the attempt I made you waste time
Things are like that

I've been drunk for 3 months
I'm a brother of the bad life
And your eyes are the medicine
Against depression

My heart is fighting to the death
But my pride fits in a stadium
I can't find in any dictionary
The word forgiveness

She didn't say anything, she was tired
Of so many promises I never kept
You don't work and so I can't
Well, that's your problem, I replied

I'm a crazy bohemian
Maybe you noticed
Third-rate poet
Heart fakir

I'm a crazy bohemian
Who wanted to be a person with you
Sorry if in the attempt I made you waste time
Things are like that