Текст и перевод песни Vinicius de Moraes - O Poeta Aprendiz

O Poeta Aprendiz

O poeta aprendiz
Ele era um menino
Valente e caprino
Um pequeno infante
Sadio e grimpante
Anos tinha 10
E asinha nos pés
Com chumbo e bodoque
Era plic e ploc
O olhar verde-gaio
Parecia um raio
Para tangerina
Pião ou menina
Seu corpo moreno
Vivia correndo
Pulava no escuro
Não importa que muro
E caía exato
Como cai um gato
No diabolô
Que bom jogador
Bilboquê então
Era plim e plão
Saltava de anjo
Melhor que marmanjo
E dava o mergulho
Sem fazer barulho
Do fundo do mar
Sabia encontrar
Estrelas, ouriços
E até deixa-dissos
Às vezes nadava
Um mundo de água
E não era menino
Por nada mofino
Sendo que uma vez
Embolou com três
Sua coleção
De achados do chão
Abundava em conchas
Botões, coisas tronchas
Seixos, caramujos
Marulhantes, cujos
Colocava ao ouvido
Com ar entendido
Rolhas, espoletas
E malacachetas
Cacos coloridos
E bolas de vidro
Em gude de bilha
Era maravilha
E em bola de meia
Jogando de meia
Direita ou de ponta
Passava da conta
De tanto driblar
Amava era amar
Amava sua ama
Nos jogos de cama
Amava as criadas
Varrendo as escadas
Amava as gurias
Da rua, vadias
Amava suas primas
Levadas e opimas
Amava suas tias
De peles macias
Amava as artistas
Das cine-revistas
Amava a mulher
A mais não poder
Por isso fazia
Seu grão de poesia
E achava bonita
A palavra escrita
Por isso sofria
Da melancolia
De sonhar o poeta
Que quem sabe um dia
Poderia ser

The Poet Apprentice

The poet apprentice
He was a young boy
Brave and spirited
A little infant
Healthy and climbing
He was 10 years old
And fast on his feet
With slingshot and slingshot
It was plic and ploc
The green-jay gaze
It looked like a ray
For tangerine
Spinning top or girl
His dark body
He was always running
He would jump in the dark
No matter what wall
And he would fall exactly
Like a cat falls
In the diabolo
What a good player
Bilboquê then
It was plim and plão
He would jump like an angel
Better than a lout
And he would take the dive
Without making a sound
From the bottom of the sea
He knew how to find
Stars, sea urchins
And even jellyfish
Sometimes he would swim
A world of water
And he was no boy
He was not a coward
Although one day
He got into a fight with three
His collection
Of things he found on the ground
It abounded in shells
Buttons, broken things
Stones, snails
Roaring, whose
He would put to his ear
With an understanding air
Corks, primers
And malacachetas
Colorful shards
And glass balls
In a marble pool
It was a marvel
And in a sock ball
Playing with a sock
Right or top
He would go overboard
From so much dribbling
He loved to love
He loved his nurse
In bed games
He loved the maids
Sweeping the stairs
He loved the girls
From the street, sluts
He loved his cousins
Lively and opulent
He loved his aunts
With soft skin
He loved the artists
From the movie magazines
He loved women
More than anything
That's why he made
His grain of poetry
And he found it beautiful
The written word
That's why he suffered
From melancholy
For dreaming the poet
That who knows one day
He could be