Lisboa, hi Lisboa
The sorrow of your days come by
Now the heatenland of lovers should lay
Beneath all your vacant skies

Lisboa, Lisboa
From Alama's arms to Lisbendade
Paper lanterns, falling embers
Quiet cantors sing of sandade

The ever twilight amber of your alleyways
Paint the air of evening oh so well
And strolls about the river bank
Suggests there's history left to tell

Hi Lisboa

A paradise besides the sea
There's a beauty
To the absence of painting all of your scenery

Oho...
Lisboa e Lisboa
Lisboa e Pessoa
Lisboa tem Chiado
A'Yama e Tem Fado