Marcha De Alfama
Amália Rodrigues
Alfama March
There is no one who destroys
This love that burns us
Each one likes the street
Where they have their home
Who passes through my Alfama
Sees it all decked out
Because São João of the Square
Because São João of the Square
Enlisted in the navy
On the high seas, we were always the first
With Alfama pulsating in sailor uniforms
Because, after all, it was from these poor alleys
That the Portugal that embarked on the caravels emerged
Whoever wants, see in mirrors
Who doesn't ask is because they are mute
Go to Rua dos Remédios
There is a remedy for everything
My love, faithless love
Left me for a trivial thing
Lives in the Crosses of the Cathedral
And I make crosses with my mouth
On the high seas, we were always the first
With Alfama pulsating in sailor uniforms
Because, after all, it was from these poor alleys
That the Portugal that embarked on the caravels emerged
