En El Muelle de San Blas - Maná

Ella despidió a su amor.

El partió en un barco en el muelle de San Blas.

El juró que volvería,

Y empapada en llanto ella juró que esperaría…

Miles de lunas pasaron,

Y siempre ella estaba en el muelle,

Esperando…

Muchas tardes se anidaron,

Se anidaron en su pelo

Y en sus labios.

Llevaba el mismo vestido

y por si él volviera no se fuera a equivocar.

Los cangrejos le mordían

Su ropaje, su tristeza y su ilusión…

Y el tiempo se escurrió,

Y sus ojos se le llenaron de amaneceres.

Y del mar se enamoró,

Y su cuerpo se enraizó

En el muelle.

Sola,

Sola en el olvido.

Sola,

Sola con su espíritu.

Sola,

Sola con su amor el mar.

Sola…

En el muelle de San Blas.

Su cabello se blanqueó

Pero ningún barco a su amor le devolvía.

Y en el pueblo le decían,

Le decían la loca del muelle de San Blas.

Y una tarde de abril

La intentaron transladar al manicomio;

Nadie la pudo arrancar,

Y del mar nunca jamás la separaron.

Sola,

Sola en el olvido.

Sola,

Sola con su espíritu.

Sola,

Sola con su amor el mar.

Sola…

En el muelle de San Blas.

Sola en el olvido.

Sola con su espíritu.

Sola con su amor el mar.

Sola,

Sola en el olvido.

Sola,

Sola con su espíritu.

Sola,

Sola con su amor el mar.

Sola…

En el muelle de San Blas.

Se quedó…

Se quedó…

Sola, sola.

Se quedó…

Se quedó…

Con el sol y con el mar.

Se quedó ahí,

Se quedó hasta el fin.

Se quedó ahí,

Se quedó en el muelle de San Blas.

Sola, sola, sola.

She fired her love.

He left on a boat at the San Blas pier.

He swore that he would return,

And drenched in tears she swore that she would wait...

Thousands of moons passed,

And she was always on the pier,

Waiting for…

Many afternoons they nested,

They nested in her hair

And on her lips of hers.

she wore the same dress

And if he came back, she wouldn't make a mistake.

The crabs bit him

Her clothes, her sadness and her illusion of her...

And time slipped away

And his eyes were filled with sunrises.

And he fell in love with the sea,

And her body of hers took root

In the spring.

Alone,

She alone in oblivion.

Alone,

Alone with her spirit of her.

Alone,

Alone with her love of her the sea.

Alone…

At the San Blas pier.

Her hair turned white

But no ship returned to his love of hers.

And in the town they told him,

They called her the crazy woman from the San Blas pier.

And one afternoon in April

They tried to transfer her to the asylum;

No one could pull it out

And they never separated her from the sea.

Alone,

Alone in the forgetfulness.

Alone,

Alone with her spirit of her.

Alone,

Alone with her love of her the sea.

Alone…

At the San Blas pier.

Alone in the forgetfulness.

Alone with her spirit of her.

Alone with her love of her the sea.

Alone,

Alone in the forgetfulness.

Alone,

Alone with her spirit of her.

Alone,

Alone with her love of her the sea.

Alone…

At the San Blas pier.

She stayed…

She stayed…

alone, alone

She stayed…

She stayed…

With the sun and with the sea.

She stayed there

She stayed until the end.

She stayed there

She stayed at the San Blas pier.

Alone, alone, alone.