Alma de bohemio

Wanderer and dreamer,
Sing
I want my fantasy
And the crazy poetry
That's in my heart,
And full of love and joy,
I will pour out my song.

I've always felt
The sweet illusion,
Of living
My passion.

If I live what I dream,
I dream everything I sing,
That's why my charm
Is love.
My poor bohemian soul
Wants to caress
And like a flower
Perfume.

And in my nights of pain,
To talk
I go with the stars
And the most beautiful things,
I must dream awake,
Because I confide in them
All my thirst for love.

I've always felt
The sweet illusion,
Of living
My passion.

I seek in celestial eyes
And raven-haired,
Sincere passions,
Sweet emotion.
And in my sad wandering life
Full of illusion,
I want to give all
My heart.