Vinho Branco Bacalao

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