Bohémienne

Gypsy
No one knows the land where I come from
Gypsy
I’m a child of the open roads
Gypsy
Gypsy
Who can say where I’ll be tomorrow
Gypsy
Gypsy
It’s written in the lines of my hand

My mother spoke to me of Spain
As if it were her homeland
And of bandits in the mountains
In the mountains of Andalusia
In the mountains of Andalusia

I have no father or mother
I’ve made Paris my home
But when I picture the sea
It takes me far from here
To the mountains of Andalusia

Gypsy
No one knows the land where I come from
Gypsy
I’m a child of the open roads
Gypsy
Gypsy
Who can say who I’ll love tomorrow
Gypsy
Gypsy
It’s written in the lines of my hand

I spent my whole childhood
Barefoot on the hills of Provence
For the gypsies, the road is long
The road is long

I’ll keep wandering
Beyond the roads of France
I’ll follow them to the ends of the earth
To the ends of the earth

A river from Andalusia
Flows in my blood
Flows in my veins
The sky of Andalusia
Is it worth
Going back there?

Gypsy
No one knows the land where I come from
Gypsy
I’m a child of the open roads
Gypsy
Gypsy
Who can say what tomorrow will bring
Gypsy
Gypsy
It’s written in the lines of my hand
It’s written in the lines of my hand