I who travel the seas
and that span the world
from one end to the other end
today I take my last course
from my body to yours
from where I am to you
you who travel lisbon
and its streets and its inns
with one-time names
you will be my last port
to tie me to your soul
and only I will live in the
lighthouse that lights the world
above the storm
give me hope
and let my star shine
but not in solitude
hear my voice my last chance
lighthouse that lights the world
light my life
in withered photos and letters
of what to plans and dreams
they still lived in their skin
two lives in two suitcases
between Lisbon and Madrid
in a train station
he fell asleep forever
with your ticket in your hand
in a bench on the platform
and she was blown out
how a candle goes out
after sunrise
lighthouse that lights the world
above the storm
give me hope
and let my star shine
but not in solitude
hear my voice my last chance
lighthouse that lights the world
light my life
today they rest in silence
one always next to the other
although in soul and on paper
finally united their lives
overturning the two suitcases
over his sea
another story like so many
of love and bad luck
and a treacherous fate
but in the port in lisbon
when the moon crushes you
someone sings this song
lighthouse that lights the world
above the storm
give me hope
and let my star shine
but not in solitude
hear my voice my last chance
lighthouse that lights the world
light my life
lighthouse that lights the world
above the storm
give me hope
and let my star shine
but not in solitude
hear my voice my last chance
lighthouse that lights the world
light my life
Only among all we can make this a better place :)