The city is my playground from the castle to the bridge,
From the river to the north, Bairro Alto to Belem,
Friday night I spread my wings and feel like a king:
My throne is where I lay my crown, my home is where I'm singing.

The city is my lover, she turns me hot and cold,
Her rivers run with red, red wine that drown me in the tide,
Her eyes are always watching from the windows and the stars,
Her chaos is a lullaby she sings and softly cries.

So sing to me of the city where I left my heart,
Words will come broken but can't finish what they start,
Another place in space and time, another glass of wine,
And in the dark he whispers me his name.

The city is my brother whose hands I always find,
Between the dark and neon lights – my piece of mind,
He teaches me to listen and I offer him my ear,
He's the writing on the wall and the music that I hear.