Margarida - Cristina Branco, Jorge Palma

Ai, Margarida,

Se eu te desse a minha vida,

Que farias tu com ela?

— Tirava os brincos do prego,

Casava c’um homem cego

E ia morar para a Estrela.

Mas, Margarida,

Se eu te desse a minha vida,

Que diria tua mãe?

— (Ela conhece-me a fundo.)

Que há muito parvo no mundo,

E que eras parvo também.

E, Margarida,

Se eu te desse a minha vida

No sentido de morrer?

— Eu iria ao teu enterro,

Mas achava que era um erro

Querer amar sem viver.

Mas, Margarida,

Se este dar-te a minha vida

Não fosse senão poesia?

— Então, filho, nada feito.

Fica tudo sem efeito.

Nesta casa não se fia.

Oh Daisy,

If I gave you my life,

What would you do with her?

— She took the earrings off the nail,

She married a blind man

And she was going to live in Estrela.

But Daisy,

If I gave you my life,

What would your mother say?

— (She knows me thoroughly.)

That there are a lot of fools in the world,

And that you were a fool too.

And, Daisy,

If I gave you my life

In the sense of dying?

— I would go to your funeral,

But I thought it was a mistake

Wanting to love without living.

But Daisy,

If this one gives you my life

Was it nothing but poetry?

— So, son, nothing done.

Everything is ineffective.

In this house there is no trust.