Hands in his pockets and distant look,
Semblance of marine or soldier
He was a lad in a green shirt,
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in the arm
I asked him who he was and he told me
"My name is Do Monte, Sir, i'm your serf".
Poor lad in green shirt,
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
Why do cloudy thoughts take me away like this?
In front of me, a condemned man
"Go ahead, lad in green shirt"
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
Listening to my words, the lad stood tall
Indifferent to the anger of my shouts,
And there he remained, in green shirt
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
There, I was told later that he passed away
Just that lad, whom it was only I that could have saved
Oh poor lad in green shirt
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
Oh poor lad in green shirt
black hair in the wind
sailor's hat in his arm
Boina maruja ao lado.
Boina maruja ao lado.