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Girl, Get on the Boat

Pedro Messone

Niña Sube a La Lancha

Niña sube a la lancha,
Ay niña y apúrate,
El viento está favorable,
Nos vamos a chiloé,
El viento está favorable,
Nos vamos a chiloé.

Niña sube a la lancha,
Ay niña y apúrate,
El viento está favorable,
Nos vamos a chiloé.

Dura será la faena,
En las alturas del mar,
Dura será la faena,
Niña ven a navegar,
Niña ven a navegar.

Niña ven a navegar.
Niña ven a navegar.

Niña sube a la lancha,
Nos llama tranquilo el mar,
Cruzando por los canales,
Yo te llevaré al altar,
Cruzando por los canales,
Yo te llevaré al altar.

Imaginemos mi vida,
La minga de chiloé,
Bailando la pericona,
Que feliz me sentiré,
Que feliz me sentiré.

Niña sube a la lancha,
Que el viento subiendo está,
No partimos esta noche,
Quizás no saldremos más,
No partimos esta noche,
Quizás no saldremos más.

Niña sube a la lancha,
Que el viento subiendo está,
No partimos esta noche,
Quizás no saldremos más.

El viento ya nos separa,
La luna no brilla más,
No subiste a la lancha,
Ay niña llorando estás,
Ay niña llorando estás.

Girl, Get on the Boat

Girl, get on the boat,
Oh girl, hurry up,
The wind is in our favor,
We're heading to Chiloé,
The wind is in our favor,
We're heading to Chiloé.

Girl, get on the boat,
Oh girl, hurry up,
The wind is in our favor,
We're heading to Chiloé.

It'll be tough out there,
In the heights of the sea,
It'll be tough out there,
Girl, come sail with me,
Girl, come sail with me.

Girl, come sail with me.
Girl, come sail with me.

Girl, get on the boat,
The sea calls us calmly,
Crossing through the channels,
I'll take you to the altar,
Crossing through the channels,
I'll take you to the altar.

Let's imagine my life,
The crew from Chiloé,
Dancing the pericona,
How happy I will be,
How happy I will be.

Girl, get on the boat,
The wind is picking up,
We're not leaving tonight,
Maybe we won't sail again,
We're not leaving tonight,
Maybe we won't sail again.

Girl, get on the boat,
The wind is picking up,
We're not leaving tonight,
Maybe we won't sail again.

The wind is pulling us apart,
The moon doesn't shine anymore,
You didn't get on the boat,
Oh girl, you're crying now,
Oh girl, you're crying now.

Escrita por: Rolando Alarcon