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.