Lisboa lyrics
by Melody Gardot
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