Lisboa Menina E Moça
Marco Rodrigues
Lisbon Girl and Woman
In the castle, I rest an elbow
In Alfama, I rest my gaze
And so the tangle unravels
Of blue and sea
I lean my head against the riverbank
The pillow, in the bed of the Tagus
With hastily embroidered sheets
In the cambric of a kiss
Lisbon girl and woman, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are the hills, fishmonger
Cry that brings tenderness to my door
City embroidered with point light
Tablecloth spread by the seaside
Lisbon girl and woman, beloved
City woman of my life
In the square I pass by you
But of grace I see you naked
When a pigeon looks at you, it smiles
You're a woman of the street
And in the highest neighborhood of dreams
I put the fado that I knew how to invent
Brandy of life and medronho
That makes me sing
Lisbon girl and woman, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are the hills, fishmonger
Cry that brings tenderness to my door
City embroidered with point light
Tablecloth spread by the seaside
Lisbon girl and woman, beloved
City woman of my life
Lisbon in my love, lying down
City stripped by my hands
Lisbon girl and woman, beloved
City woman of my life
