Rapsódia

St. John to see the girls
Ah made a silver fountain
If the girls don't go to the water
Ah St. John kills himself

And it tinkles and tinkles and tinkles
It's St. John sweating profusely
And it pops and pops and pops
It's white beans and rice in the pot

Look at the whisper that never stops whistling
Repipipipipipi and never goes out of tune
Guys who wants to whistle
Repipipipipipi in the girl's whisper

Lisbon, girl, with a slipper on her foot
Lisbon, alley, how beautiful she is
Lisbon, cunning, dancing and singing
Little mermaid that God keeps by the sea

A clove in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the enclosure
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate rising at the bow
The fishwife insisting on passing by
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon smells like flowers and sea

Who I like, I don't even confess to the walls
And I don't even bet that I don't like anyone
You can cry, you can beg, you can smile
As well
Who I like, I don't even confess to the walls

St. Anthony is over
St. Peter is ending
St. John, St. John, St. John
Give me a balloon to play with

Four whitewashed walls
A hint of rosemary
A bunch of golden grapes
Two roses in a garden

A tile St. Joseph
Plus the spring sun
A promise of kisses
Two arms waiting for me
It's a Portuguese house for sure
It's definitely a Portuguese house