Bohémienne

Phoebus:
Where do you come from, beautiful stranger
Daughter of the sky or of the earth
Beautiful bird of paradise
What are you doing here?

Esmeralda:
Bohemian
No one knows the country I come from
Bohemian
I am a daughter of great roads
Bohemian
Bohemian
Who can say where I will be tomorrow
Bohemian
Bohemian
It's written in the lines of my hand

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

I no longer have a father or mother
I have made Paris my country
But when I imagine the sea
It takes me far from here
Towards the mountains of Andalusia

Bohemian
No one knows the country I come from
Bohemian
I am a daughter of great roads
Bohemian
Bohemian
Who can say who I will love tomorrow
Bohemian
Bohemian
It's written in the lines of my hand

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

I will continue my wandering
Beyond the roads of France
I will follow them to the ends of the world
To the ends of the world

A river of Andalusia
Flows in my blood
Flows in my veins

The sky of Andalusia
Is it worth
Returning there?

Bohemian
No one knows the country I come from
Bohemian
I am a daughter of great roads
Bohemian
Bohemian
Who can say what tomorrow will be
Bohemian
Bohemian
It's written in the lines of my hand
It's written in the lines of my hand