Cheira a Lisboa
Amália Rodrigues
Smells like Lisbon
Lisbon already has the sun but it smells like the moon
When the sneaky dawn rises
And the first tram on the street
He sings with Ribeira's slipper
If it rains it smells like the promised land
Processions smell like rosemary
In the tavern in the most hidden alley
Smells like bait with them and wine
A carnation in an attic
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming on the patio
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises on the bow
The wand that insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells of flowers and the sea
Lisbon smells like Rossio cafes
And fado always smells of loneliness
It smells like roasted chestnuts if it's cold
It smells like ripe fruit when it's summer
Lips smell like a smile
Basil smells like songs
And the boys lose their minds
When you give them the smell of girls
A carnation in an attic
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming on the patio
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises on the bow
The wand that insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells of flowers and the sea
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
It smells good, it smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises on the bow
The wand that insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells of flowers and the sea
