| Al golpe del remo se agitan las olas ligera la barca
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| Al ruido del agua se ahonda mi pena solloza mi alma
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| Por tantos pesares, mi amor angustiado llorando te llama
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| Y te hallas muy lejos… y sola muy sola
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| Se encuentra mi alma
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| Alegre viajero que tornas al puerto de tierras lejanas
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| Que extrano piloto condujo tu barca sin vela y sin ancla
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| De que region vienes, que has hecho pedazos
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| Tus velas tan blancas y fuiste cantando
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| Y vuelves trayendo, la muerte en el alma
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| Yo soy el marino que alegre de Guaymas, salio una manana
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| Llevando en mi barca como ave piloto
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| Mi dulce esperanza por mares ignotos
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| Mis santos anhelos hundio la borrasca
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| Por eso estan rotas mis penas
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| Y traigo la muerte en el alma
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| Te fuiste cantando y hoy vuelves trayendo
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| La muerte en el alma
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| At the stroke of the oar the waves are agitated
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| Light is the boat
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| At the noise of the water my sorrow gets deeper
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| And my soul is sobbing
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| Because of so many troubles
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| My anguished love cries out to you
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| You are very far away
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| And my soul finds itself alone, all alone
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| Tired traveler who returns to the port from faraway lands
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| What strange pilot sailed your boat
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| Without a sail, without an anchor
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| From where do you come, that you have torn to pieces
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| Your sails so white, you left singing
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| And today you return, bringing death in your soul
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| I am the sailor who happily from Guaymas, left one morning
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| Carrying in my boat, like a guiding bird
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| My sweet hope through unknown seas
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| The storm overwhelmed my sacred yearnings
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| That’s why my efforts are broken
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| And I bring death in the soul
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| You left singing
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| And today you return
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| Bringing death in your soul |