A Volta do Boêmio (boemia)

The Return of the Bohemian (bohemia)

Bohemia, here you have me back
And I beg you to register me anew
I came back, to see again the friends that one day
I left crying with joy
My guitar accompanies me

Bohemia, knowing that I was distant
I know that these talkative people will now mock
He returned, the bohemian returned once again
He left from here so happy
Why does he want to come back?

It happens that the woman who bloomed my path
With tenderness, sweetness, and affection
Being the life of my heart
Understood and embraced me, saying with a smile
My love, you can go
Don't forget your guitar
Go see your rivers, your mountains, waterfalls
Go sing in new serenades
And hug your loyal friends

Go away, for I am left with the comfort and joy
In knowing that after the bohemia
It is me that you like the most...