Cheira Bem, Cheira A Lisboa

Lisbon already has sun but smells like the moon
When the sneaky dawn rises
And the first tram of the street
Chimes in with the slippers of the riverside

If it rains it smells like the promised land
Processions have the scent of rosemary
In the alleys of the most hidden lane
It smells like fried liver with onions and wine

A carnation in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the grove
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea

Smells good, smells like Lisbon

The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea

Lisbon smells like the cafes of Rossio
And fado always smells like loneliness
Smells like roasted chestnuts when it's cold
Smells like ripe fruit in summer

Your lips smell like a smile
Basil smells like songs
And the boys lose their minds
When they smell girls

Smells good, smells like Lisbon

The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife stubbornly passing by
Smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea