Alfama [English translation]

When night falls over Lisbon

Like a sailboat without sails

All of Alfama seems like

A house without windows

Where the people gets cold

It is in a loft

In the space stolen from hurt

That Alfama remains closed

Within four walls of water

Four walls of wailing

Four walls of anxiety

That at night do the singing

That lights itself up in the city

Closed in her disenchantment

Alfama smells of nostalgia

//:Alfama doesn't smell of Fado

It smells of people, of loneliness

It smells of hurt silence

It tastes like sadness with bread

Alfama doesn't smell of Fado

But it has no other song

Alfama doesn't smell of Fado

But it has no other song.://