Cheira a Lisboa
Amália Rodrigues
Smells like Lisbon
Lisbon already has the Sun but smells like the Moon
When the sneaky dawn rises
And the first tram of the street
Joins in with the flip-flops of Ribeira
If it rains, it smells like the promised land
Processions have the scent of rosemary
In the taverns of the most hidden alleys
It smells like liver with onions and wine
A carnation in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the grove
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea
Lisbon smells like the cafes of Rossio
And fado always smells like loneliness
Smells like roasted chestnuts when it's cold
Smells like ripe fruit in the Summer
Lips have the scent of a smile
Basil smells like songs
And the boys lose their minds
When they catch the scent of girls
A carnation in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the grove
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea
