Vida Bohemia
Flor Pucarina
Bohemian Life
In my songs I leave the memory of this life of mine
Bad friends, I know they'll soon forget me
That's life, that's the world
Of ingratitude
Years go by
In this world of illusions
The years go by, my youth will soon be over
This bohemian life
It's slowly killing me
Oh cursed liquor, why do I seek you if you are poison?
In my songs I leave the memory of my life
Do not despise me
I understand that I am worth nothing now
If friends exist
I ask you to please, when I die
At the foot of my tomb I engraved a memory of this life of mine
With letters that say in this grave lie the remains
Remains and spoils
Of that bohemian
And wandering outcast
Bad friends
I know that soon
They must forget me
Such is life
That's the way the world is
Of ingratitude
Bad friends
I know that soon
They must forget me
Such is life
That's the way the world is
Of ingratitude
