Bairro Alto

Bairro Alto so dedicated to its loves
One day wanted to stand out
And went out with the troubadours and fado
To make its conquests

The simple lyres play
Lisbon opened the windows, woke up startled
Neighborhoods shouted randomly
Silence, old Lisbon, will sing Bairro Alto

Old verses, crazy longing
Songs go dancing from mouth to mouth
Sad and bizarre, in communion
Guitars go moaning from hand to hand

That's why it earned a reputation as bohemian
For its fatalistic charm
They threw mud at it as a prize
For being noble and a fado singer

Today nostalgic and old
Remembering with affection its loves and passions
To fulfill its fate
It even came to the middle of the street, singing its songs

Old verses, crazy longing