Júlia Florista [English translation]

Julia the florist

Bohemian and fadista

So goes the custom

It was in Lisbon proper

Important character

Of our song

Gracious character

That by the sound of the guitar

Fado lived

She sold flowers

But never my affections

Oh Julia the florist

Your lovely tale

Time imprinted

On our memory

Oh Julia the florist

Your voice echoes

Through the neighbourhood's evenings

Bohemians, fadistas

Of our Lisbon

Slippers on her feet

An air of rabble

In her manner of walking

If Julia walked by

Lisbon would stand still

To hear her sing

A cry in the air

The song on the lips

Speaking of loves

Next to one's chest

The charm and manner

Of the flower basket.