A Volta do Boêmio
Nelson Gonçalves
The Return of the Bohemian
Bohemia, here you have me back
And I beg you to register me anew.
I came back to see the friends that one day
I left crying with joy; my guitar accompanies me.
Bohemia, knowing that I was distant,
I know that these talkative people will now mock:
"He's back! The bohemian has returned once more.
He left here so happy. Why does he want to return?"
It happens that the woman who bloomed my path
With tenderness, sweetness, and affection, being the life of my heart,
Understood and embraced me, saying with a smile:
"My love, you can go, don't forget your guitar.
Go revisit your rivers, your mountains, waterfalls.
Go dream of new serenades and embrace your loyal friends.
Go away, for I have the comfort and joy
Of knowing that after the bohemia,
It is me that you like the most."
