LISBOA BLUES
1.
Nesses anos, nesse tempo
Andava pelo Bairro Alto
Sorvendo cada momento
Num completo sobressalto
2.
Foram anos libertários
De procura e prazer
Nunca seríamos mercenários
Só queríamos viver
3.
Nesses anos, nesse tempo
Só queria ser anarquista,
Neste país bafiento
Hipocritamente sofista
4.
Ia alta a madrugada
E nós a rockar no terraço
E a nossa alegre toada
Chegava ao Terreiro do Paço
5.
Da Graça à Madragoa
De Santa Apolónia a Belém
A nossa praia era em Lisboa
Do Castelo ao Borratém
Dos Anjos à Mouraria
Perto do rio, mas sem canoa
Foram noites de folia
Na nossa praia em Lisboa
6.
Da Graça à Madragoa
De Santa Apolónia a Belém
A nossa praia era em Lisboa
No Poço do Borratém
Pelo rio numa canoa?
Eram noites de folia
Na nossa praia em Lisboa
Dos Anjos à Mouraria
LISBON BLUES
1.
In those years, in those times
I walked the streets of Bairro Alto
Sipping every moment
In a never ending frenzy
2.
Those were libertary years
Of search and pleasure
We would never be mercenaries
We only wanted to live
3.
In those years, in those times
I just wanted to be an anarchist,
In this musty country
Hypocritely sophistic
4.
It was near daybreak
And we´re rocking on the terrace
And our joyfull tune
Was heard on Terreiro do Paço
5.
From Grace to Madragoa
From Santa Apolónia to Belém
Our beach was in Lisbon
From Castelo to Borratém
From Anjos to Mouraria
Near the river, but without a canoe
Those were nights of folly
In our beach in Lisbon
6.
From Graça to Madragoa
From Santa Apolónia to Belém
Our beach was in Lisbon
In the well of Borratém
Through the river in a canoe?
Those were nights of folly
In on our beach in Lisbon
From Anjos to Mouraria