Hino de São Bento do Una - Pe

I see Saint Benedict in another dimension
With childlike eyes, full of emotion
The full moon behind the house
And that boyfriend on the corner on duty
I see Saint Benedict from the old market
Where my fascinated echo responded
I finally see Saint Benedict in nostalgia
On that summer afternoon when I was leaving

Saint Benedict, my lyre is little
My voice is hoarse to sing and exalt you
Sometimes I think about being a poet
So that I can pay homage to you in an immense verse
I would speak so plaintively
Of such a painful afternoon that I will never forget
I would remember the serenades, our walks
Our great carnivals

I see Saint Benedict in another dimension
With childlike eyes, full of emotion
The full moon behind the house
And that boyfriend on the corner on duty
I see Saint Benedict from the old market
Where my fascinated echo responded
I finally see Saint Benedict in nostalgia
On that summer afternoon when I was leaving

Saint Benedict of Feliciano
End of year festivities, I really want to remember
Zé Bico, Edésio and Fininho, Rui de Nô and
Little Doctor, Gonzaguinha and Edgar
I remember the sound of the cavaquinho
That went from the Coquinhos' house to our chalet
I remember yes and I am moved
So suffering chords of the Jacaré pine