Marcha Do Centenário

The whole city floats
In the sea of my song
Strolling on the street, pieces of moon
That fall from my balloon

Let Lisbon relax
There's no harm that cools me down
Laughing, singing, head in the air
Today I lose my mind

Lisbon was born, close to the sky
All cradled in faith
Washed in the river, oh dear girl
Was baptized in the Cathedral!

She became a woman and today what she wants
Is to sing and dance
Vain and sly, oh dear girl
But how beautiful she is!

They say I'm old
Born eight centuries ago
I won't go there, it didn't pass me by
Neither death nor life

A Page made me a fado
There he read my fortune again
Not to have a boyfriend, nor pain, nor worry
And always remain a girl!