If you too, girl
You’re sad, O little girl,
In the streets of Lisbon,
I love your black silence,
O little girl, so pretty,
Your eyes down, little girl,
Know everything about me,
They cry, this life,
O little girl, with your pink sweater,
Lisbon is your capital,
Don’t change, little girl,
Cry again, o saudade,
Without knowing why
I cry in my turn
Seeing you, o little girl,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa,
I am like you, O little girl,
I cry too, o saudade
Without knowing why,
I mourn this love gone,
To see you again one day,
O Lisbon, O Lisboa.
Se você também, garota
Estás triste, minha menina,
Nas ruas de Lisboa,
Eu amo seu silêncio *****
Ó menina, tão bonita,
Olha para baixo, menina,
Sei tudo sobre mim,
Eles choram, esta vida,
Ó menina, com a tua camisola rosa,
Lisboa é a tua capital,
Não mudes, minha menina,
Chora outra vez, ó saudade,
Sem saber por que
Eu choro por minha vez
Ao ver-te, ó menina,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa,
Sou como tu, Ó menina,
Eu também choro, O saudade
Sem saber o porquê,
Eu choro por esse amor partido
Para te ver novamente um dia,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa.
Lisboa é boa*. Yeah, Lisbon is good
at very long distance of dreams.
The shivering traveler pulls up his hood:
it seems that the traveller misunderstood
what’s autumn in Portugal. Streams
of water run volubly down the steep streets,
the wind searches pockets and sleeve,
the sheets hung to dry do not differ from sheets
of rain… That’s what happens when fantasy meets
reality and both leave.
(port.) Lisbon is good.
Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 7
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Hurried with unborn twins to Lisboa
Some said twins were long due
Others : Port Ugh ! Geese knew
Why then she named twins : Macau and Goa ?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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