Lisboa, hi Lisboa
The sorrow of your days come by
Now the heatenland of lovers should lay
Beneath all your vacant skies
Lisboa, Lisboa
From Alama's arms to Lisbendade
Paper lanterns, falling embers
Quiet cantors sing of sandade
The ever twilight amber of your alleyways
Paint the air of evening oh so well
And strolls about the river bank
Suggests there's history left to tell
Hi Lisboa
A paradise besides the sea
There's a beauty
To the absence of painting all of your scenery
Oho...
Lisboa e Lisboa
Lisboa e Pessoa
Lisboa tem Chiado
A'Yama e Tem Fado
Da era severa
D'em tempo que ja era
Nas ruas de Lisboa
Eu vou
Das tuas colinas
Milagres e simas
Nas pracas, rainhas
Flores e Rimas
Eu vou
Lisboa
Ele, I, Esse, Be, O, A
Lisboa
Ele, I, Esse, Be, O, A
Lisboa
Ele, I, Esse, Be, O, A
Lisboa
Ele, I, Esse, Be, O, A
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