António Zambujo - O Rapaz da Camisola Verde

De mãos nos bolsos e olhar distante
Jeito de marinheiro ou de soldado
Era o rapaz da camisola verde
Negra madeixa ao vento, boina maruja ao lado

Perguntei-lhe quem era, e ele me disse:
Sou do monte, senhor, um seu criado
Pobre rapaz da camisola verde
Negra madeixa ao vento, boina maruja ao lado

Porque me assaltam turvos pensamentos
Na minha frente estava um condenado
Vai-te rapaz da camisola verde
Negra madeixa ao vento, boina maruja ao lado

Ouvindo-me, quedou-se altivo o moço
Indiferente à raiva do meu brado
E ali ficou de camisola verde
Negra madeixa ao vento, boina maruja ao lado

Soube depois, ali, que se perdera
Esse que só eu pudera ter salvado
Pobre rapaz da camisola verde
Negra madeixa ao vento, boina maruja ao lado

Pedro Homem de Mello / Frei Hermano da Câmara

Hands in pockets and looking away

Way of sailor or soldier

It was the boy in the green sweater.

Black skein in the wind, maruja beret beside

I asked him who he was, and he said to me,

I am from the mountains, sir, a servant of yours

Poor boy in the green sweater

Black skein in the wind, maruja beret beside

Because I am haunted by turbid thoughts

In front of me was a convict

Go on your green shirt boy

Black skein in the wind, maruja beret beside

When the young man heard me, he was haughty.

Indifferent to the rage of my cry

And there she was in her green nightgown.

Black skein in the wind, maruja beret beside

I learned later, there, that he would be lost

The one that only I could have saved

Poor boy in the green sweater

Black skein in the wind, maruja beret beside