Lisboa À Noite [English translation]

Lisbon fell asleep, yet there were lit

A thousand candles, on the altars of the hills

Guitars little by little were silenced

Shut were the tiny windows

Lisbon sleeps a sleep rested

In the voluptuous arms of her Tagus

Covered with the blue quilt of the starry sky

And the breeze comes for fear, to give him a kiss

Lisbon…

Walked side by side

Saw a bullfight

Afterwards danced, drank

Lisbon…

Heard singing fado

Dawn broke

When she fell asleep

Lisbon did not stop all night

Bohemia, was anything, but parochial

There were grilled sardines there at the fair

And the second edition of a magazine

From there, through Bairro Alto, finally climbed

In the sky, the full moon shone

Heard singing Amalia, and then dreamed

That there was nostalgia for the voice that I had heard