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