Fado Lisboa

Lisbon pure princess
That the royal mantle
You open with shyness
In the chaste kiss.

Lisbon so beautiful you are
That you have at your feet
The majesty
Of the Tagus.

Lisbon of the Discoveries
Of so many deserted lands
That echoed
In its past.

From Lisbon you have the crown
Old Lisbon of Madragoa
How many heroes
You have created.

Seven hills have your satin lap
Where the houses are pretty
Scattered in a garden.

And in your bosom, it is said that it was born
And sung by the people
Dreamer our fado.