Montras

Walking on the sidewalk
I stumble in the confusion
Going down the avenue
And the whole city reaches out to me
I walk on the street, on foot, and people pass by
Hurried, talking, the river in front
Seagulls flying on the horizon
Only your love is so real
Only your love...

Shop windows, streets
And the traffic
Doesn't stop at the signal
A thousand people
Crossing in real life
Disappointments, immigrants, gypsies
Just a normal day
Like the breeze blowing from the river
In the late afternoon
In Lisbon after all

Only your love is so real
Only your love...

People passing by
Whose peace is stolen
People adding to
The unemployment lines
They are sellers, police, stalls, newspapers
Like the boats passing so close
So full
Departing from the dock

Only your love is so real
Only your love...