Cabeça de Vento [English translation]

Lisbon, if you love the Tagus

How do you not love anyone,

Forgive a long kiss

The whims that he has.

I do the same to my love

If he seems angry,

To calm his glow,

In a kiss I sing him a fado.

And I see all his love for me.

You need to learn to be feminine.

You also are young,

You also are a singer,

Worth more a song

Sung your way

Than walking two as one,

In this clashing of heads.

What a beautiful foaming trousseau

He brings when he returns.

At night it is of silver his sheet,

By day he wears the pyjamas of the Sun.

Violent but loyal,

Always ready to throw himself at your feet.

My love is like him,

It has bad and good tides.

My airhead,

Stop being jealous.

My airhead,

Stop being jealous.