O Rapaz da Camisola Verde

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

I asked him who he was, and he told me
I'm from the mountain, sir, one of your servants
Poor boy in the green sweater
Black lock of hair in the wind, sailor beret by his side

Why do murky thoughts assail me
In front of me stood a condemned man
Go away, boy in the green sweater
Black lock of hair in the wind, sailor beret by his side

Listening to me, the young man remained proud
Indifferent to the rage of my shout
And there he stood in his green sweater
Black lock of hair in the wind, sailor beret by his side

I later learned, there, that he was lost
The one that only I could have saved
Poor boy in the green sweater
Black lock of hair in the wind, sailor beret by his side