From Lisbon which is very much mine
Like you who loves her as much as I do
I send you a kiss on the swallow
Who in March delivered to me a kiss from you
Here in this garden waiting for you
As if you had not left
I say to autumn It's still spring
And I fill this fado with bougainvillea
At this time when love is so empty
There are things I don't know but I guess
A river on the verge of another river
Becomes one after the bend on the road
I feel so much longing for the future
For the time when with you I'll live
There is no sea no frontier no wall
That would be able my love to detain love