O Rapaz da Camisola Verde

With hands in pockets and a distant look,
Like a sailor or a soldier,
He was a boy in a green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.

I asked him who he was and he told me
'I'm from the mountain, Sir, and your servant'.
Poor boy in a green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.

Why do dark thoughts assail me?
In front of me stood a condemned man.
Go away, boy in the green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.

Listening to me, the proud lad remained,
Indifferent to the rage of my cry,
And there he stood in a green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.

I later learned that he had been lost there,
He who only I could have saved.
Oh, the boy in the green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Oh, the boy in the green sweater,
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.
Black lock in the wind,
Marine beret by his side.