Coimbra

Coimbra of Choupal
You’re still the capital
Of love in Portugal
still
Coimbra where once
With tears it became
The story of that beautiful Inês
Coimbra of the sweetest songs
That lay
Our hearts bare
Coimbra of the scholars
For us, your singers
You’re the fountain of love

Coimbra is a lesson
Of dreams and tradition
The slow is a song
And the moon is the college
The book is a woman
Only those who know pass
And you learn to say longing