Paroles et traduction Camané - Memórias de um chapéu

Memórias de um chapéu

Quisera então saber toda a verdade
D'um chapéu na rua encontrado
Trazendo a esse dia uma saudade
D'algum segredo antigo e apagado

Sentado junto à porta desse encontro
Ficando sem saber a quem falar
Parado sem saber qual era o ponto
Em que devia então eu começar

Parada na varanda estava ela a meditar
Quem sabe se na chuva, no sol, no vento ou mar
E eu ali parado perdi-me a delirar
Se aquela beleza era meu segredo a desvendar

Porém, apagou-se a incerteza
Eram traços de beleza os seus olhos a brilhar
E vendo que outro olhar em frente havia
Só não via quem não queria da paixão ouvir falar

Um dia entre a memória e o esquecimento
Colhi aquele chapéu envelhecido
Soltei o pó antigo entregue ao vento
Lembrando aquele sorriso prometido

As abas tinham vincos mal traçados
Marcados pelas penas ressequidas
As curvas eram restos enfeitados
De um corte de paixões então vividas

Parada na varanda estava ela a meditar
Quem sabe se na chuva, no sol, no vento ou mar
E eu ali parado perdi-me a delirar
Se aquela beleza era meu segredo a desvendar

Porém, apagou-se a incerteza
Eram traços de beleza os seus olhos a brilhar
E vendo que outro olhar em frente havia
Só não via quem não queria da paixão ouvir falar

Porém, apagou-se a incerteza
Eram traços de beleza os seus olhos a brilhar
E vendo que outro olhar em frente havia
Só não via quem não queria da paixão ouvir falar

Memories of a Hat

I would like to know the whole truth
Of a hat found in the street
Bringing to this day a longing
Of some old and forgotten secret

Sitting by the door of this meeting
Not knowing who to talk to
Standing still not knowing what was the point
At which I should then start

Standing on the porch she was meditating
Who knows if in the rain, in the sun, in the wind or sea
And I standing there lost myself to delirium
If that beauty was my secret to unveil

However, the uncertainty was erased
There were beautiful features in her shining eyes
And seeing that another look was in front
Only did not see who did not want to hear about passion

One day between memory and oblivion
I picked up that old hat
I released the old dust to the wind
Remembering that promised smile

The brim had poorly traced wrinkles
Marked by the withered feathers
The curves were ornamented remnants
Of a cut of passions then lived

Standing on the porch she was meditating
Who knows if in the rain, in the sun, in the wind or sea
And I standing there lost myself to delirium
If that beauty was my secret to unveil

However, the uncertainty was erased
There were beautiful features in her shining eyes
And seeing that another look was in front
Only did not see who did not want to hear about passion

However, the uncertainty was erased
There were beautiful features in her shining eyes
And seeing that another look was in front
Only did not see who did not want to hear about passion