Lisboa menina e moça

In the castle
I rest my elbow
In Alfama
Rests the gaze
And thus unravels the knot
Of blue and sea
By the river I lay my head
Pillow
In the bed of the Tagus
With hastily embroidered sheets
In the cambric of a kiss

Lisbon girl lady, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are hills, fishmonger
Cry that brings me tenderness at the door
City embroidered with point light
Tablecloth spread by the sea
Lisbon girl and lady, 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, smiles
You're a woman of the street
And in the highest neighborhood of dreams
I put fado that I knew how to invent
Firewater of life and medronho
That makes me sing

Lisbon girl and lady, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are hills, fishmonger
Cry that brings me tenderness at the door
Lisbon of my love lying down
City stripped by my hands
Lisbon girl and lady, beloved
City woman of my life

In Figueira Square
Or in Estrela Garden
In a lit brazier is where she burns
To the tune of autumn
On the corner of winter
The chestnut man is eternal
Has no roof or shelter or refuge
And proclaims as a challenge
His life is a dull cartridge
And if it doesn't kill hunger, it kills the cold

A car that is pushed
A holey hat
In the chest a chestnut that doesn't burn
The rain falls in the eyes
And has a tired look
The man who proclaims at the end of the day
Next to a lamppost the day ends
Hoarse voice like the rag of poverty
Proclaims pieces of joy
And at night goes to sleep with sadness

Who wants hot and good chestnuts
Sizzling gray on the coals?
Who wants hot and good chestnuts?
Who buys takes more love home

The sorrow he carries
Is wandering misery
Walks through the city all day
It's as if he's pushing autumn forward
It's as if he's pushing the fog
Who knows the misfortune of his fate?
Who looks at the chestnut man?
No one ever thought that right next to him
Burn such great pains in the brazier