To bring me Lisbon's sky
In this sky where the gaze
It fades and falls in the sea
Would beat inside my chest
In that hand where there'd fit
If a Portuguese sailor
Drifter of the seven seas
Were maybe the first
To tell me what he'd invent
If a look of new shine
Entwined itself with mine
Would beat inside my chest
In that hand where there'd fit
If, saying goodbye to life
That gaze that was only yours
Love that was the first
Would die inside my chest
In that hand where there'd fit
In that hand where, perfect