Lisboa

I was born in a city that in verse
Someone wrote, that was the cradle
Of the seafarers
Ah, I lived among sparrows and swallows
And riverside seagulls
That walk in the sky singing!

Oh, Lisbon
Land so noble and loyal
You are the prow castle
Of the old ship Portugal
Oh, Lisbon
Your airs smell of salt
God put the waves at your feet
Because you are the queen of the seas!

It was there that to play with the devil
Saint Anthony came to us
Such an insular ascetic
I opened in the angry winds
A voice made for fado
In this folk song