Estampa Marina
Entre la mucha gente playera
los ve partir hacia el mar con esperanza
recuerdo la voz de un nino diciendo:
Papi, yo quiero que traigas un pescao
bien grande, pa mi...
Partia Quilito Romero
parte Calando Pizarro,
parten Siquito y Severo
a pescar lo necesario.
Parten cantando a la vida
hay melodia en los remos
dicen como despedida
a la tarde nos veremos.
Quienes quedan en la orilla
van uniendose en un rezo
el horizonte a las millas
no garantiza regreso.
El horizonte a las millas
no garantiza regreso.
Y son las cinco de la tarde
no hay espenza ninguna
comienza un llanto cobarde
por tanta mala fortuna.
Cantaron su despedida
confiando en la buena suerte
pero el mar que da la vida
quiso esta vez dar la muerte.
Pero el mar que da la vida
quiso esta vez dar la muerte.
Coro:
(Ni el horizonte se ve, y menos la gente que se fue).
Ese muchacito que esperaba un pez que bendito
como se lo explicare.
Pobre Calando Pizarro
el hombre que fue pal agua y mas nunca ha de volver.
Ya los remos llegaron a la orilla,
pero el bote no se ve.
Que ganas de llorar en esta tarde qris,
que sufrimiento Merced.
Cecilio mira dijo que no iba
ese hombre sabia por que.
La gente sigue esperando en la orilla
como arboles de pie.
Que por amor a la pesca se fueron cantando
una linda melodia.
Son las cinco de la tarde
mi gente no ha de volver.
Horizonte, espuma y arena Siquito
yo nunca te olvidare.
Pero que menos la gente no, no
y menos la gente.
Esa es la historia,
del hombre humilde que lucha por su sustento
contra el viento y la marea. Hummm
Marine Stamp
Among the many beachgoers
I see them head towards the sea with hope
I remember the voice of a child saying:
Daddy, I want you to bring a big
fish, for me...
Quilito Romero leaves
Calando Pizarro leaves,
Siquito and Severo leave
to fish what's needed.
They leave singing to life
there's a melody in the oars
they say as a farewell
to the evening we'll see each other.
Those who stay on the shore
start joining in a prayer
the horizon miles away
doesn't guarantee return.
The horizon miles away
doesn't guarantee return.
And it's five in the afternoon
there's no hope at all
a cowardly cry begins
for so much bad luck.
They sang their farewell
trusting in good luck
but the sea that gives life
wanted this time to give death.
But the sea that gives life
wanted this time to give death.
Chorus:
(Neither the horizon is seen, nor the people who left).
That little boy who was waiting for a fish, how blessed
how will I explain it to him.
Poor Calando Pizarro
the man who went to the water and will never return.
The oars have reached the shore,
but the boat is not seen.
How I want to cry on this sad afternoon,
what suffering, Merced.
Cecilio looked and said he wasn't going
that man knew why.
People keep waiting on the shore
like standing trees.
Because of their love for fishing they left singing
a beautiful melody.
It's five in the afternoon
my people will not return.
Horizon, foam, and sand Siquito
I will never forget you.
But least of all the people, no, no
and least of all the people.
That's the story,
of the humble man who fights for his livelihood
against the wind and the tide. Hummm