Da Janela do Meu Quarto
Tristão da Silva
From the Window of My Room
From the window of my room
I see the light from her room
When the moon plays around
On the rooftops of the alley
I see the sun at dawn
Kissing seven hills
As it spreads out on the dock
To peek at the fishwives
From the window of my room, I see the world
I have a world of poetry to see
I see Alfama working hard
Smiling and singing
I see the Tagus stretching out down below
I see the street where she runs by
I see the cathedral where in the evening
She always goes to pray
I see couples in love
Souls full of dreams
All the magic of a fado
And the joy of the street vendors
And at night when the shadows
Dress the alley in mourning
From the window of my room
I see the light from her room
