Coimbra

Coimbra is a lesson
Of dream and tradition
The professor is a song
And the moon the university
The book is a woman
Only those who know can pass
And one learns to say longing

Coimbra of the choupal
You are still the capital
Of love in Portugal, still
Coimbra where once
With tears was made
The story of that beautiful Inês

Coimbra of the songs
So gentle that it lays bare
Our hearts
Coimbra of the doctors
For us your singers
You are the source of loves