Lisboa Antiga
Francisco José
Old Lisbon
Lisbon, old city,
Full of charm and beauty!
Eternally smiling, and always graceful when dressing.
The white veil of longing
Covers your face, beautiful princess!
Look, gentlemen, at this Lisbon from other eras,
Of the crusaders, the waits, and the royal bullfights!
Of the parties, the centuries-old processions,
Of the popular morning cries that will never return!
Lisbon of gold and silver
I see no other more beautiful
Eternally playing
And singing happily
Your face is reflected
In the crystal blue of the Tagus
Look, gentlemen, at this Lisbon from other eras,
Of the crusaders, the waits, and the royal bullfights!
Of the parties, the centuries-old processions,
Of the popular morning cries
That will never return!
Of the parties, the centuries-old processions,
Of the popular morning cries
That will never return!
