Bohemian Ouverture

Of songs and poems,
On harp and mandolin.
Travel far we do,
At fancy and whim.

For trivial matters of the world we care not;
Living a free life is enough.
To the horizon people look
And they will see,
Me and my love dancing
To my music, her melody.

Inert morality, puts us above rules,
But abide and respect the law we do.
Ethics and honour we praise,
But pray not speak the greatest sin's name.

At the dawn of twilight
Look upon the highest hill.
See us be merry,
And long for freedom you forsook
Long ago, beyond yonder.
Melancholic.