Текст песни Tina Arena - The Bohemienne Song
Tina Arena - The Bohemienne Song слова песни
BohemienneNo one knows where my story begins Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends Bohemienne, bohemienne Come tomorrow, I`ll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienneHere`s my fate in the lines of my handsMy mother told me tales of Spain I think that`s where she longed to be Of mountain bandits she once sang Andalusia memory There in the mountains she was freeMy mother, father all are gone And I`ve made Paris be my home I dream of oceans rolling onThey take my heart where I must come Andalusia mountain homeBohemienne No one knows where my story begins Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends Bohemienne, bohemienne Come tomorrow, I`ll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienne Here`s my fate in the lines of my handsWhen I was a child in Provence Barefoot in the hills I dance once But the gypsy road is long The road`s so long>Every day I see a new chanceMaybe some road will lead from France I will follow till I come home Till I come homeAndalusia`s streams Run through my blood Run through my day dreams Andalusia`s sky When it calls me I feel my heart flyBohemienne No one knows where my story begins Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends Bohemienne, bohemienne Come tomorrow, I`ll wander again Bohemienne, bohemienne Here`s my fate in the lines of my hands Here`s my fate in the lines of my hands