Fado do Barrete Verde

Green hat and jacket
And the black belt all fringed
Behind the quickest bulls
When the ropes are thrown in a rush
Follow the path to the square
And the cattle fly by like a rocket
This is the wait for the bulls
The best party there is in Alcochete

There’s always a bull in the pen
That breaks loose, that does its thing
No one expects the joy
And the bravery
That roam the streets
Then you see the performances
That are just hints of art
Catches with cheers and shouts
Because there are bullfighters
Everywhere

Green hats, fields
White salt flats, humble folks
Who throw their hats in the air
When Alcochete is in celebration
To walk by the sea is their fate
And the raging Tagus doesn’t hurt them
They live happy and content
Because they’re just folks from the water's edge