Pequeño Marinero
Hoy siento no poder cantarte una canción de amor
Hoy tengo amigo mío roto el corazón
Roto el corazón
Hoy he visto un velero sin marinero que a la deriva
Jugaba con las olas y se reía
Y se reía
Y en una playa una mujer de luto
Lloraba por la vida que no dio fruto
Que no dio fruto
Y preguntaba cuando miraba alto
Porque si soy tan pobre
Me robas tanto, me robas tanto
Tenía el viento como amigo y la mirada azul
Un Sol de vacaciones y su juventud
Y su juventud
Tenía unos amigos y un pueblo viejo
Que andaba en fiesta
Y un barco de bidones entre la hierba
Entre la hierba
Y tenía el alma de viejo marinero
Y se quedo en le agua con su velero
Con su velero
Y en una playa una mujer de luto
Lloraba por la vida que no dio fruto
Que no dio fruto
Little Sailor
Today I feel unable to sing you a love song
Today, my friend, I have a broken heart,
A broken heart
Today I saw a sailboat without a sailor adrift
Playing with the waves and laughing,
And laughing
And on a beach, a woman in mourning
Cried for the life that bore no fruit,
That bore no fruit
And she asked when looking up high
Why, if I am so poor,
Do you steal so much from me, steal so much from me
He had the wind as a friend and a blue gaze
A vacation sun and his youth,
And his youth
He had some friends and an old town
That was in celebration
And a boat made of barrels among the grass,
Among the grass
And he had the soul of an old sailor
And he stayed in the water with his sailboat,
With his sailboat
And on a beach, a woman in mourning
Cried for the life that bore no fruit,
That bore no fruit