By the river where the Sun takes its bow A city rises, noble and now Through ancient alleys, fado's refrain In breezy whispers, poetry's gain On hills of the city, where tales unfold In each corner, sought after gold They lost it all, but vossa língua we gain Azulejos paint tales in mosaic blend
Vamos invadir Lisboa De jurerê, luanda e goa De yatch e não canoas Vamos invadir Lisboa
