Lisboa, menina e moça [English translation]

In the Castelo (1) I put an elbow

In Alfama (2), rests my sigh

And so I unravel the ball of thread of blue and see

on Ribeira (3) I put down my head

the pillow of Tejo’s (4) bed

with sheets embroided in a hurry

On the lightness of a kiss

Lisbon, girl and young woman, girl

By the light of my eyes (you are) so pure

Your breasts are the hills, varina (5)

Cry (6) that brings tenderness to my door

City embroided with light stitches

tablecloth unfolded by the seaside

Lisbon, girl and young woman, loved one

City, woman of my life

On the Terreiro (7) I pass by you

But of Graça (8) I see you naked

when a pidgeon looks at you, it smiles

you are a woman of the streets

and on the highest neighborhood of dreams (9)

I put the fado that I was able to invent

Spirit of life and medronho (10)

that makes me sing

Lisbon, girl and young woman, girl

By the light of my eyes (you are) so pure

Your breasts are the hills, varina (5)

Cry (6) that brings tenderness to my door

City embroided with light stitches

tablecloth by the seaside unfolded

Lisbon, girl and young woman, loved one

City, woman of my life

Lisbon, on my love resting

City by my hands undressed

Lisbon, girl and young woman, loved one

City, woman of my life