Paroles et traduction Alfredo Marceneiro - Tricana

Tricana

Contou-me o rouxinol, velhinho do Choupal
Que a mais linda varina, havia de se finar
Por ter repudiado o seu amor fatal
Um jovem trovador, por quem se apaixonara

Vinha cantar na mesma, as suas serenatas
Nas margens do Mondego, o gentil trovador
Sem se importar jamais, nas suas canções gratas
Da pobre que morrera, entregue ao seu amor

E diz que desde então, um eco murmurante
Que no Choupal responde, à banda estudantina
É da Tricana a voz, que julga ser o amante
Que hoje por lá canta, a sua triste sina

Tricana

The nightingale, old man of Choupal, told me
That the most beautiful flower girl was destined to die
For having rejected her fatal love
A young troubadour, with whom she had fallen in love

He would often come to sing his serenades
On the banks of the Mondego, the gentle troubadour
Never caring in his grateful songs
Of the poor girl who had died, abandoned to his love

And it is said that since then, a murmuring echo
That answers in Choupal, to the student band
Is the voice of Tricana, who still thinks it is her lover
Who today sings there, his sad fate