La Barca De Guaymas - Linda Ronstadt

Al golpe del remo se agitan las olas ligera la barca

Al ruido del agua se ahonda mi pena solloza mi alma

Por tantos pesares, mi amor angustiado llorando te llama

Y te hallas muy lejos… y sola muy sola

Se encuentra mi alma

Alegre viajero que tornas al puerto de tierras lejanas

Que extrano piloto condujo tu barca sin vela y sin ancla

De que region vienes, que has hecho pedazos

Tus velas tan blancas y fuiste cantando

Y vuelves trayendo, la muerte en el alma

Yo soy el marino que alegre de Guaymas, salio una manana

Llevando en mi barca como ave piloto

Mi dulce esperanza por mares ignotos

Mis santos anhelos hundio la borrasca

Por eso estan rotas mis penas

Y traigo la muerte en el alma

Te fuiste cantando y hoy vuelves trayendo

La muerte en el alma

At the stroke of the oar the waves are agitated

Light is the boat

At the noise of the water my sorrow gets deeper

And my soul is sobbing

Because of so many troubles

My anguished love cries out to you

You are very far away

And my soul finds itself alone, all alone

Tired traveler who returns to the port from faraway lands

What strange pilot sailed your boat

Without a sail, without an anchor

From where do you come, that you have torn to pieces

Your sails so white, you left singing

And today you return, bringing death in your soul

I am the sailor who happily from Guaymas, left one morning

Carrying in my boat, like a guiding bird

My sweet hope through unknown seas

The storm overwhelmed my sacred yearnings

That’s why my efforts are broken

And I bring death in the soul

You left singing

And today you return

Bringing death in your soul

At the stroke of the oar the waves shake lightly the boat

At the noise of the water my sorrow deepens my soul sobs

For so many sorrows, my anguished love crying calls you

And you are very far away... and alone, very alone

my soul is found

Joyful traveler who returns to the port of distant lands

What a strange pilot led your boat without a sail and without an anchor

What region do you come from, what have you torn to pieces

Your candles so white and you were singing

And you come back bringing death in the soul

I am the happy sailor from Guaymas, he left one morning

Carrying in my boat as a pilot bird

My sweet hope for unknown seas

My holy desires sank the storm

That's why my sorrows are broken

And I bring death in the soul

You left singing and today you come back bringing

death in the soul

At the stroke of the oar the waves are agitated

Light is the boat

At the noise of the water my sorrow gets deeper

And my soul is sobbing

Because of so many troubles

My anguished love cries out to you

You are very far away

And my soul finds itself alone, all alone

Tired traveler who returns to the port from faraway lands

What strange pilot sailed your boat

Without a sail, without an anchor

From where do you come, that you have torn to pieces

Your sails so white, you left singing

And today you return, bringing death in your soul

I am the sailor who happily from Guaymas, left one morning

Carrying in my boat, like a guiding bird

My sweet hope through unknown seas

The storm overwhelmed my sacred yearnings

That's why my efforts are broken

And I bring death in the soul

You left singing

And today you return

Bringing death in your soul