Dime, Señor [English translation]

Alone in the harbor of truth,

I see my life

rocking on the sea.

It is a boat

That neither comes nor goes,

My hopes are

sails devoid of winds.

I have no beach

on which to come to ground,

I have no moorings,

I have no one any longer.

My boat floats adrift on the sea now,

my life floats adrift now.

Tell me, Lord,

who do I have to wait for.

With which wind, on which course

shall I sail?

Tell me, Lord,

fisherman of the great beyond,

will there ever be a harbor

where I can drop my anchor?

Alone in the harbor of truth,

two white flowers

rock on the sea,

They’re two loves

I didn’t know how to reach.

They’re two offerings

And, in exchange, only loneliness.

Tell me, Lord,

who do I have to wait for.

With which wind, on which course

shall I sail?

Tell me, Lord,

fisherman of the great beyond,

will there ever be a harbor

where I can drop my anchor?