A Professora e o Vagabundo
Quem vê aquele moço mal vestido
Servindo de palhaço à molecada
Não sabia que no tempo de mocinho
Ele tinha uma bela sua amada
Essa moça era sua professora
Que todo dia ensinava a lição
Ele aprendia todo estudo com carinho
Mas a ela entregava o coração
Declarou o seu amor a professora
Como mestra ela fez a explicação
Dizendo que ele era uma criança
E não devia ter com ela essa intenção
Esse aluno não voltou mais à escola
Desiludido pelo amor de sua bela
Com o giz que levava para casa
Escrevia na calçada o nome dela
Ficou boêmio pelas ruas da cidade
Desprezando sua rica juventude
Cabelo grande, mal vestido e beberrão
Pouco a pouco foi perdendo a saúde
Um certo dia encontraram ele morto
E o resto do veneno que bebeu
A giz na calçada estava escrito
Que sua mestra mudou o destino seu
The Teacher and the Drifter
Whoever sees that poorly dressed guy
Clowning around with the kids
Didn’t know that back in his prime
He had a beautiful love, indeed
That girl was his teacher
Who taught him lessons every day
He learned every subject with care
But to her, he gave his heart away
He declared his love to the teacher
As a mentor, she explained it clear
Saying he was just a child
And shouldn’t have those feelings here
That student never came back to school
Heartbroken over his lovely crush
With the chalk he took home each day
He wrote her name on the sidewalk, hush
He became a drifter through the city streets
Throwing away his rich youth
Long hair, poorly dressed, and a drunk
Little by little, he lost his health, the truth
One day they found him dead, alone
And the rest of the poison he drank
On the sidewalk, in chalk, it was written
That his teacher changed his fate, he sank