Alma de Boêmio

My luck was tyrannical and reveals
I'm suffering for loving someone who doesn't want me
This happens to a man who believes
That there is love in a woman's heart

No matter how much I want to forget my past
My suffering is living thinking about her
And friends only to see me hurt
When they meet me, they bring me news of her

I only have the streets and alcohol as inheritance
This woman gave me this damn prize
And today all that remains of her is a memory
Tormenting my bohemian soul

Drunk, I spend the nights on the streets
No one pities my sad life
Looking at the sky as if contemplating the moonlight
Her image appears to me

It was grief that threw me into this life
Abandoned and rejected by the world
I always live shipwrecked in alcohol
I became just a wandering bohemian

I lost friends, I lost everything I had
In the late nights, only the dew embraces me
This woman still lives on the same street
Drinking with another to toast my misfortune

If today I live ragged on the street
It's all your fault, you didn't know how to keep me
And in revenge today I drink in this glass
To toast your misfortune at this bar table

Go on, keep drinking while I continue living like this
And when my end comes and I leave this world
You will remember with longing that I went to eternity
Your wandering bohemian

It was grief that threw me into this life
Abandoned and rejected by the world
I always live shipwrecked in alcohol
I became just a wandering bohemian

I lost friends, I lost everything I had
In the late nights, only the dew embraces me
This woman still lives on the same street
Drinking with another to toast my misfortune