A Moda do Chapéu
Rancho de Cantadores da Aldeia Nova de São Bento
The Hat Trend
New Village of St. Benedict
Planted in the middle of the wheat
Your singing is a lament
I love to sing with you
If you pass through my village
Don't go in with your head held high
When the sun shines the brightest
You can wear my hat
You can wear my hat
The most valuable inheritance
It once belonged to someone in heaven
And it never leaves my mind
When we lose our voice
There will be a handful
Singing for all of us
I have it in my mind
I have it in my mind
That the song can be heard in heaven
If you pass through my village
Don't go in with your head held high
When I hear a good song
I stop and take off my hat
I don't care about dying
If there was singing in heaven
If you pass through my village
Don't go in with your head held high
When the sun shines the brightest
You can wear my hat
You can wear my hat
The most valuable inheritance
It once belonged to someone in heaven
And it never leaves my mind
When we lose our voice
There will be a handful
Singing for all of us
I have it in my mind
I have it in my mind
That the song can be heard in heaven
If you pass through my village
Don't go in with your head held high
