Lisboa

Lisboa Lisboa The sorrow of your days gone by Now the hinterland of lovers should lay Beneath all your vacant skies Lisboa Lisboa From Alama's arms to Lisbendade Paper lanterns falling embers Quiet cantors sing of sandade 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 Aye 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 A'Yama 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 Ele I Esse Be O A