Coimbra Cidade Eterna
Euclides Cavaco
Coimbra Eternal City
Oh!... Coimbra, eternal city,
Of the old university
And poets who left their mark
On the Rock of Longing.
Oh!... Coimbra, you were sung about,
By illustrious troubadours,
Who immortalized you in verse,
Throughout the city of doctors.
Oh!... Coimbra, of traditions,
Where the mourning of a cape,
Dazzles crowds,
From Choupal to Lapa.
Oh!... Coimbra, you keep with you,
Very genuine treasures,
From the old Cathedral to the distinguished,
Portugal of the Little Ones.
Oh!... Coimbra, of the students
And beautiful tricanas,
Where a Holy Queen,
Performed the miracle of the roses.
Oh!... Coimbra, where the Mondego,
Whispers at night in secret,
Love stories it heard,
Revealed in the Rock.
Oh!... Coimbra, inspiring,
You were stage and setting,
For great names of fado,
Among them, Hilário.
Oh!... Coimbra, of Santa Clara,
Beautiful gardens and streets
And the famous celebrations,
Which are the burning of the ribbons.
Oh!... Coimbra, one day you wept,
Deeply, perhaps...
Sad in the Quinta das Lágrimas,
The death of the beautiful Inês!...
Oh!... Coimbra, full of history,
That time never erased,
Still having forgotten,
Untold stories.
Oh!... Coimbra, of the monuments,
That saw centuries go by,
Oh if those old stones,
Could tell stories...
Oh!... Coimbra, I sing to you,
For being such a noble city,
This poem inspired,
By the Rock of Longing!...
