Marcha de Alfama

Alfama doesn't age
And today it seems
Even younger
It lit up the windows
Notice them
How beautiful it is.
She wore the light blouse
That of the neighbor
Is more modest
And put on the colorful skirt
That is only worn
On festive days

Alleys little stairs narrow streets
Where on every corner there's a little dance
Verses through the alleys and in all of them
The scent of basil
Laughter loud laughs, fados off-key,
Today in Alfama is a demon
And in every corner a gentle charm
From a throne of Saint Anthony.

You no longer hear songs
And the girls
With tired eyes
Still take the opportunity
For one more kiss
From their boyfriends
You can hear bells ringing
Roosters crowing
Off-key
And even so, Lady Alfama
Only goes back to bed
When it's dawn.