27.12.2018
Bells of Lisbon
The bells of LisbonOn Sunday mornings
Still remember
When seeing the white sails
They used to ring
When a sailor of his Majesty
Left the wide harbour
And eyes full of tears
He heard the farewell
Of the Lisbon bells
The boats in the harbour
Think they are caravels
A young sailor
Closing his eyes
Smiles to angels
He watches the golden flag
Of the old conquistadors
Brushing against him
The mainsail quivers
And the bells of Lisbon
Ring for him
The pigeons nesting
In the church towers
Suddenly wake up
And swirl around
Among the grey stones
Under the sunny and peaceful sky
Of a nice Portuguese spring
The song of the bell rowers
Rises over the city
In a sort of bouquet
The Lisbon bells
In the morning on Sundays
Still remember
Watching these white sails
That they used to ring
When a sailor of the King
Brought in his hulls
New horizons
Greeted by the echo
Of the Lisbon bells
The young sailor
With closed eyes
Still smiles
He sees the King, the Court
The multicoloured
Velvets
A black-eyed Infante
Pays him with a look
The worlds he brings home
His head swirls
And its for him that ring
The Lisbon bells!
The Lisbon bells!
The Lisbon...