Bohemian

Rumors of the wind sadly
Flowing through the back alleys
Alone I heard the hello melody

Listening through the wall, the radio
Children playing the piano
New cinema overflowing in the city

Ah, there is always hope
In longing
New York is reborn again
Chances come around, off-Broadway
In the bet for glory
Torn apart tomorrow

Ah, there is always hope
In longing
Hollywood, the city that kept burning
In a world in turmoil elsewhere
I've been running
Leaving only legends behind

Returning to the last port
For what was lost
The dry soul
Chasing new dreams

Time passes
To the wandering soul
Sing a new dream

Centuries and times change
But a wandering soul
Feeds on dreams and songs