Diário de Um Boêmio
Chico da Silva
Diary of a Bohemian
I sing for you
The melody of a great love, which more than once
It turned into a great pain
My entire past makes a novel whoever writes it
You will earn money and a lot of fame to give and sell
I sing, sing
My life, my destiny, my figurative loves
And the sins of an abandoned poet
I'm singing my past filled with illusions
Where bohemia was, there I was
Always carried by the neck of a guitar
Until nostalgia came
To make a home in my heart
Where bohemia was, there I was
Always carried by the neck of a guitar
Until nostalgia came
To make a home in my heart
I sing, sing
The song I made for her
In a beautiful spring first season
She was my muse and that's why my poem
I dedicated it to her
I would like
My ultimate desire to sing all year round
Whether in prose or poetry
At night and day I would sing this longing
From someone I loved most
Where bohemia was, there I was
Always carried by the neck of a guitar
Until nostalgia came
To make a home in my heart
Where bohemia was, there I was
Always carried by the neck of a guitar
Until nostalgia came
To make a home in my heart
