En el muelle de San Blas [English translation]

She said farewell to her love

He left on a ship from the wharf of San Blas

He swore to her that he would return,

And, soaked in tears, she swore that she would wait

Thousands of moons passed

And she was always on the dock, waiting

Many afternoons nested themselves,

They nested themselves in her hair and on her lips

She always wore the same dress

So when he returned, he would not mistake it was her

The crabs bit at her clothing, her sadness, and her illusions

Time then drained away

And her eyes filled with sunrises.

She fell in love with the sea

And then her body took root on the wharf

Alone, alone in oblivion

Alone, alone with her spirit

Alone, alone with her love, the sea

Alone on the wharf of San Blas

Her hair became bleached white,

But no ship came that returned her love

And in the village, they called her,

They called her the Crazy Lady of the Wharf of San Blas

And one afternoon in April

They attempted to take her to the insane asylum

But no one could tear her away

And no one was ever able to separate her from the sea

Alone, alone in oblivion

Alone, alone with her spirit

Alone, alone with her love, the sea

Alone on the wharf of San Blas

She stayed, she stayed, alone, alone

She stayed, she stayed with the sea and the sun

She stayed, she stayed until the end

She stayed there, she stayed on the wharf of San Blas

Alone, alone, alone...