La novia del mar

It was,
the beautiful blonde tavern keeper,
was,
in my sadness a song,
for her I live anchored on the shore,
for her my heart always waits.

She,
saw the path of her star,
she,
abandoned the southern cross,
perhaps because she lived in that mist,
she dreamed of the foam and the blue sea.

The bride of the sea,
the Marínos called her,
she dreamed of traveling,
her destiny was fulfilled,
in love with a captain,
she left the beach,
she left my life, she left my desire.

The bride of the sea,
left with my hope,
one day perhaps,
the sea will return her to me.