Bohemia

I want to hide, baby, under your skirt to escape from the world
I also intend to soften the tangles in your hair
Give a blood transfusion to this heart that is so vagabond

But I stop doing my dengos and lighting candles for my attachments
Further my hallucination of doing work for my knowledge

You want to be exorcised by holy water from my gaze
How nice to be photographed more by the retinas of your beautiful eyes
Let me hypnotize you and end your agony

And come and cure your black man who came drunk from the bohemian

I want to be pacified by the liquor of your deep love
How nice to be photographed more by the retinas of your beautiful eyes
Deleting the word grief from the dictionary of my life

And come and cure your black man who came drunk from the boemia
Killing my melancholy with a smile from your lips
And come and cure your black man who came drunk from the bohemian
And come and cure your black man who came drunk from the bohemian