Vira de Coimbra

They say that a student's love
Doesn't last more than an hour
Only mine is so old
It hasn't gone away yet
Coimbra to be Coimbra
Three things it must tell
Guitars, beautiful tricanas
Black capes fluttering

Oh troubadour Portugal
Oh Portugal of songs
Dancing you give the circle
The circle with the girls

I went to fill the jug and bring it
Empty as I took it
Mondego, from your water
From the tears I cried