Cabelo de Trança

There on the edge of the road in a little house exists
A very sad girl without the laughter of hope
I asked about her past, she answered crying
- I mark my destiny in every knot of my braid

When I was little, not even two years old
I remember this knot who gave it
My sick mother, already without hope
Made me a braid and then died

As time passed, I sadly remembered
My mother and cried, my father left
I was alone in this little house
With my godmother who is our lady

I got engaged one day, received a ring
My fiancé tied a ribbon in the braid
The ribbon is the mourning that fate holds
He went to war and never returned

There in the cemetery when the evening falls
I will say a very sad prayer
Already without hope, crying over the memory
I see in each braid all my life!