Coimbra

Coimbra of the choupal
You are still the capital
Of love in Portugal, still

Coimbra where once
With tears was made
The story of that beautiful Inês

Coimbra of songs
Coimbra that puts
Our hearts in the light

Coimbra of the doctors
For us, its singers
The source of loves is you

Coimbra is a lesson
Of dream and tradition
The lecturer is a song
And the Moon the faculty

The book is a woman
Only those who know pass
And one learns to say longing