Noite de Santo Antônio [English translation]

Here goes the march, but my couple

If I didn't bring it, who will have to put up with it?

Don't say yes, don't tell me no

Businesses of love are always as they are

Already there isn't a plaza of ballerinas

Thrones of luxury in an altar of basil

But without the plaza that was from Figueira

The people go here wanting to or not.

Oh night of Saint Anthony

Oh Lisbon of enchantment

Of artichokes blossoming

Of rockets bursting

While the neighborhoods sing

While there are stingrays

While there is Saint Anthony

Lisbon doesn't die any more.

Lisbon is always a flirt

So many meltdowns that they already even make a row

Don't say yes, don't tell me no

To love is destiny, to sing is power

A tune, some watercolors

An open carnation inclined toward the window

Pretty Lisbon of my ancient neighborhood

Give me your little arm

Come and dance with me.