Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
It's a nice day I'll just sit outside
The clouds have cleared now blueish skies
Up in the Bairro Alto the streets are calm
An Ethiopian's melody carries me along
I'm singing Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
É a estação do coração when we are kicking off our shoes
Nós estamos esperando o verão there'll be sand under our toes the ocean deep blue
É a estação do coração but what if my feet don't touch and I can't swim
É primavera em Portugal I guess I'll never really know I better jump on in
It's a nice day I just sit outside
The verandah's cooking highs twenty five
A backpack hostels where we call home
On Rua Santa Catarina down the cobbled stones
And we go to Alfama it's not long a wait
The trams come a rolling yellow number twenty eight
É a estação do coração we'll be kicking off our shoes
Nós estamos esperando o verão with the sand under our toes the ocean deep blue
É a estação do coração if I'm in to deep and I can't swim
É primavera em Portugal I guess I'll never know I better jump on in
Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
Vinho branco bacalhão
I guess I'll never know I better jump on in