By the river where the Sun takes its bow
A city rises, noble and now
Through ancient alleys, fado's refrain
In breezy whispers, poetry's gain
On hills of the city, where tales unfold
In each corner, sought after gold
They lost it all, but vossa língua we gain
Azulejos paint tales in mosaic blend

Vamos invadir Lisboa
De jurerê, luanda e goa
De yatch e não canoas
Vamos invadir Lisboa