Lisbon already has Sun but smells like Moon
When the sneaky dawn is born
And the first tram of the street
Choruses with the slippers of Ribeira
If it rains, it smells like the promised land
Processions have the scent of rosemary
In the most hidden alley taverns
It smells like liver with them and wine
A carnation in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the garden
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises at the bow
The fishmonger who insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon has scents of flowers and sea
Lisbon smells of the cafés of Rossio
And fado always smells like loneliness
It smells like roasted chestnuts if it's cold
It smells like ripe fruit when it's summer
On the lips, it has the scent of a smile
Basil has the scent of songs
And the boys lose their minds
When they catch the scent of girls
A carnation in an attic
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
A rose blooming in the garden
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises at the bow
The fishmonger who insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon has scents of flowers and sea
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
Smells good, smells like Lisbon
The frigate that rises at the bow
The fishmonger who insists on passing
They smell good because they are from Lisbon
Lisbon has scents of flowers and sea