Lejos de Lisboa [English translation]

The melancholy of the lost streets

That smell like the seas

Walking people and the light of the moon

On the leaving ships

If I close my eyes I can see the streets

Where we used to walk

And listen to songs about the destiny that

We never had

Melodic poems will come here

Far from Lisbon and far from you

Remembered love, endless sadness

Far from Lisbon and far from you

Clothes hung out in the late afternoon sun

Flags of nobody

The sloping streets that rise to the sky

Of burning blue

Squares with doves, stands with carnations and white roses

The ancient city keeps the memory of a time

That is getting away

Melodic poems will come here

Far from Lisbon and far from you

Remembered love, endless sadness

Far from Lisbon and far from you