Abril En Portugal (Coimbra)

Longing for a place
The air of a song
Legends to listen to
A thousand verses to rhyme
A soul, an emotion
A town, a troubadour
April becomes a song
Coimbra is a dream
Lisbon my city
Porto is a festive night
Fado is the crying
Of a town its singing
I like April in Portugal
I remember that place
The night in your gaze
I felt your love
Almost without speaking
Longing that when singing
Bring me closer and closer
To that April in Portugal

A soul, an emotion
A town, a troubadour
April becomes a song
Coimbra is a dream
Lisbon my city
Porto is a festive night
Fado is the crying
Of a town its singing
I like April in Portugal
I remember that place
The night in your gaze
I felt your love
Almost without speaking
Longing that when singing
Bring me closer and closer
To that April in Portugal