Marinero de luces [English translation]

That sailing ship

crossed the bay loaded with dreams,

and left me on that afternoon

waving my handkerchief,

sitting on the shore.

Finery-dressed sailor

with the fiery soul

and the suntanned back.

Your sailing ship was left

lost in the seas,

run aground on the sand.

Chrous:

You forgot that I, a seagull made of moonlight,**

was waiting for you,

and you went away, swaying

atop silvery waves,

singing, singing.

That night you were inebriated

by the scent of the sea...

You forgot that I, a swallow of the air,

was waiting for you.

You carried with you

my last kisses,

my last years.

That night you were inebriated

by the scent of saffron flowers...

That sailing ship

crossed the bay loaded with dreams,

and left me with your gaze

made of raging fire

stuck on mine.

Finery-dressed sailor,

salior of sun and shade,

of sea and olive tree.

Your silence,

of red and sand,

remained stuck on mine.

(Chorus)

That sailing ship

loaded with dreams

crossed... the bay...