On the paths of bohemia
I crossed the end of the world
From little mornings with cream coffee
Where I taxed my first blonde
Before leaving with my thumb in the air
To the other end of the end of the world

On the paths of bohemia
I crossed the snow and the sun
A girl who told me I love you
One evening when she couldn't sleep
Before leaving with my heart in the air
To the other end of the end of the world

On the paths of bohemia
I spoke foreign languages
My steps pursued a poem
I washed myself with sea water
Before singing words in the air
To wandering music

On the paths of bohemia
Someone stole my guitar
An old man gave me his
While telling me his story
And I will dedicate this tune to him
At the other end of the end of the world

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