Bairro Alto, so devoted to its loves
One day it wanted to be noticed
And went out with the troubadours and fado
To claim its conquests
Simple lyres are strummed
Lisbon opened its windows, woke up with a start
Districts yelled at random
Silence, old Lisbon! Bairro Alto is going to sing
Old ballads, crazy yearning
Songs dance from mouth to mouth
Sad, bizarre, in communion
Guitars pass moaning from hand to hand
That's why it earned bohemian fame
They threw mud at it as a reward
For being noble and a fado singer
Today, the beloved old one
Fondly recalling its loves, its passions
Still came to the middle of the street to sing its songs
Old ballads, crazy yearning
Songs dance from mouth to mouth
Sad, bizarre, in communion
Guitars pass moaning from hand to hand
Old ballads, crazy yearning
Songs dance from mouth to mouth
Sad, bizarre, in communion
Guitars pass moaning from hand to hand