Alma de Bohemio

Pilgrim and dreamer
Sing
I want, my fantasy
And the crazy poetry
That is in my heart
Full of love and joy
I will pour out my passion

I always felt the sweet illusion
Of living my passion

If I live what I dream
I dream everything I sing
That is why my charm is love

My poor bohemian soul
I want to caress
And like a flower, perfume