Lisboa, Lisboa

The sorrow of your days gone by

Now the hinterland of lovers should lay

Beneath all your vacant skies

Lisboa, Lisboa

From Alfama's arms to Liberdade

Paper lanterns, falling embers

Quiet cantors sing of saudade

The ever twilight amber of your alleyways

Paint the air of evening oh so well

And strolls about the river bank

Suggests there's history left to tell

Ai Lisboa

A paradise beside the sea

There's a beauty

To the absence of tainting all your scenery

Lisboa

Lisboa e luz boa

Lisboa e Pessoa

Lisboa tem Chiado

Tem Alfama e tem Fado

Da era severa

D'em tempo que ja era

Nas ruas de Lisboa

Eu vou

Das tuas colinas

Milagres e simas

Nas pracas, rainhas

Flores e Rimas

Eu vou

Lisboa

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