Abril en Portugal [Coímbra] [English translation]

The longing for a place,

the breeze of a song,

legends to be heard,

thousand verses to be rhymed.

One soul, one emotion,

one nation, one troubadour,

April turns into a song.

Coimbra is a dream,

Lisbon - my town,

Porto is a night of fiesta

Fado is the mourning

of people singing it.

I like April in Portugal.

I remember that place,

the night in your glances.

I used to feel your love,

without any words.

The longing, when I sing,

gets me closer, more and more,

to that April in Portugal.

One soul, one emotion,

one nation, one troubadour,

April turns into a song.

Coimbra is a dream,

Lisbon - my town,

Porto is a night of fiesta

Fado is the mourning

of people singing it.

I like April in Portugal.

I remember that place,

the night in your glances.

I used to feel your love,

without any words.

The longing, when I sing,

gets me closer, more and more,

to that April in Portugal.