The crooked streets of Coimbra are smoking a cigar
The students singing fado with a black cloak and guitar
The orange peel's unwinding through the robust underbelly
Of the gilded maze of Coimbra
There’s a whore with an umbrella

And you quaffed too many ports 'cause that bottle was a flirt
The African with half a face flicks ashes into dirt
Your compass is unpeeling, it’s hanging upside-down
And the sinister cafe sings another round

And the cobbled streets pursue you
There’s a beckoning pitch face
At the end of gilded walkways
They put alleys in the place
The bridge lurches into water
To escape your leg’s embrace
And she smiles a cracked smile
The prostituted daughter

Ah, my Severa
I long for Lisboa
The sheets on the bed are clean
You'll be my countess
I’m called Vimioso
Shall I escort you to the ring
Severa
Beijinhos
Severa

Severa
Beijinhos
Severa

[Instrumental]

In the crooked streets of Coimbra
There'an envoy of the ages
He kisses alleys with his cane
His sulfur lips are faded
Read a sonnet to a countess
That his raspy breath intones
She kissed the air so long ago
She lies underneath the stones

The crooked streets of Coimbra
Are the arms of a black widow
She folds you into orange blossoms
Cinders cradling the middle
Like a stillborn tourist stumbling
Into cracked and wet skinned pavement
My brain is singing far too fast
The alleyways are mumbling
Like a tavern or a monastery
Sobbing out its miscreants
The misfits of these alleyways
Are hardening the ambiance

Then here comes the dreamless night
Ah, fuck, here comes the dreamless night
But I'll only dream of crooked streets
But maybe of Severa

Ah, my Severa
I long for Lisboa
The sheets on the bed are clean
You'll be my countess
I'm called Vimioso
Shall I escort you to the ring

[Instrumental]

Aaah!

Severa!


Beijinhos!
Severa!

Aah!

Severa!