Polo Doliente
Aquí viene el muerto de Marigüitar
cuatro pescadores lo van a enterrar
cuatro pescadores lo van a enterrar
aquí viene el muerto de Marigüitar.
Nació en un puerto, murió en el mar
y se llamaba Juan Salazar.
Anoche, anoche salió a pescar
cantando anoche se dio a la mar.
Partió cantando y al aclarar
volvía muerto Juan Salazar.
Lo amortajaron los del lugar
con su franela de parrandear.
Anoche, anoche salió a pescar,
cantando anoche se dio a la mar.
Y ya lo llevan a sepultar
en una caja sin cepillar.
Muda la gente lo ve pasar
luego se quedan mirando el mar.
Como un abrazo sin terminar
quedan los remos en altamar.
Anoche, anoche salió a pescar
cantando anoche se dio a la mar.
Mourning Polo
Here comes the dead man from Marigüitar
cfour fishermen are going to bury him
cfour fishermen are going to bury him
here comes the dead man from Marigüitar.
He was born in a port, died at sea
cand his name was Juan Salazar.
Last night, last night he went out to fish
csinging last night he went to the sea.
He left singing and at dawn
cJuan Salazar returned dead.
The locals shrouded him
cwith his partying flannel.
Last night, last night he went out to fish,
singing last night he went to the sea.
And they are already taking him to be buried
cin an unbrushed coffin.
The people watch him pass in silence
cthen they stay looking at the sea.
Like an unfinished embrace
cthe oars remain at sea.
Last night, last night he went out to fish
csinging last night he went to the sea.