A Júlia Florista [English translation]

Julia the florist

Bohemian and fadista;

So says the tradition,

Was in Lisbon

A figurehead

Of our song.

Bizarre character

Who, by the sound of the "guitarra"

Lived the fado

She sold flowers

But her loveaffairs

She never sold!

Chorus

Oh, Julia the florist!

Your beautiful history

Time marked it

In our memory.

Oh, Julia the florist!

Your voice echoes

In the neighbourhood's evenings

Bohemians, fadistas

Of our Lisbon!

Slippers on her feet,

An air of rabble

In her way of walking...

If Julia walked by

Lisbon would stand still

To listen to her singing!

A selling-shout in the air,

The song on the lips

Speaking of loves;

Next to the chest,

The charm and manner

Of the flower basket.

Chorus

Oh, Julia the florist!

Your beautiful history

Time marked it

In our memory.

Oh, Julia the florist!

Your voice echoes

In the neighbourhood,

Bohemian, fadista evenings

Of our Lisbon!