Bohémienne [English translation]

[Phoebus]:

Where do you come from, beautiful stranger

Daughter of Heaven or of Earth

Beautiful bird of paradise

What are you doing here?

[Esmeralda]:

Gypsy

No one knows my country

Gypsy

I'm a daughter of the road

Gypsy, Gypsy

Who can say where I'll be tomorrow

Gypsy, Gypsy

It's written in the lines of my hand

My mother told me of Spain

As if it were her country

And of the bandits in the mountains

In the mountains of Andalusia

In the mountains of Andalusia

I have neither father nor mother

I have made Paris my home

But when I imagine the sea

It carries me far away from here

To the mountains of Andalusia

Gypsy

No one knows my country

Gypsy

I'm a daughter of the road

Gypsy, Gypsy

Who can say who I'll love tomorrow

Gypsy, Gypsy

It's written in the lines of my hand

I spent my childhood

Barefoot in the hills of Provence

Pour Gypsies, the road is long

The road is long

I'll go on wandering

Beyond the roads of France

I'll follow them to the end of the world

To the end of the world

An Andalusian river

Flows in my blood

Flows in the my veins

Are the Andalusian skies

Worth the pain

Of going back to?

Gypsy

No one knows my country

Gypsy

I'm a daughter of the road

Gypsy, Gypsy

Who can say what will happen tomorrow

Gypsy, Gypsy

It's written in the lines of my hand

It's written in the lines of my hand

• Artist:Notre-Dame de Paris (Musical)
• Album:Notre-Dame de Paris