El Bohemio
Litto Nebbia
The Bohemian
The bohemian goes
Heading home
His mother is waiting for him
He knows everything is going wrong
Tonight was a light night
It's only three
With his shyness
He knows how to conquer
A bottle and a woman
Who knows how to control him
So he can return home
Before it's six
His health left
Some time ago
The night is his companion
So much so that it will wait for him
Until the bohemian dies
It's not even three
