Lisboa Menina e Moça
T.T.
Lisbon Girl and Young Woman
In the castle, I rest my elbow
In Alfama, I let my gaze linger
And thus the thread unwinds
Of blue and sea
By the riverside, I lean my head
On the pillow, in the bed of the Tagus
With sheets hastily embroidered
In the fabric of a kiss
Lisbon girl and young woman, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are the hills, fisherwoman
The call that brings me to your door, tenderness
City stitched with points of light
Towel spread out by the seaside
Lisbon girl and young woman, beloved
City, the woman of my life
In the square, I walk by you
But in grace, I see you bare
When a pigeon looks at you, it smiles
You’re a woman of the street
And in the highest neighborhood of dreams
I place the fado I learned to create
Life's firewater and wild fruit
That makes me sing
Lisbon girl and young woman, girl
Of the light that my eyes see so pure
Your breasts are the hills, fisherwoman
The call that brings me to your door, tenderness
City stitched with points of light
Towel spread out by the seaside
Lisbon girl and young woman, beloved
City, the woman of my life
Lisbon in my love, lying down
City stripped by my hands
Lisbon girl and young woman, beloved
City, the woman of my life
