Júlia Florista
Amália Rodrigues
Julia Florist
Julia the florist
Bohemian and fado singer, says tradition
It was in this Lisbon
Prominent figure of our song
Bizarre figure
Who lived fado to the sound of the guitar
She sold flowers
But she never sold her loves
Oh Julia the florist, your beautiful story
Time marked in our memory
Oh Julia the florist, your voice echoes
In the neighborhood nights
Bohemian fado nights of our Lisbon
Sandal on her foot
An air of commoner in her way of walking
If Julia passed by
Lisbon stopped to listen to her sing
In the air a street cry
In her mouth the song, speaking of loves
Leaning against her chest
The grace and style of the flower basket
Oh Julia the florist, your beautiful story
Time marked in our memory
Oh Julia the florist, your voice echoes
In the neighborhood nights
Bohemian fado nights of our Lisbon
Oh Julia the florist, your voice echoes
In the neighborhood nights
Bohemian fado nights of our Lisbon
