Por el mar de los sueños [English translation]

Upon the deck of a sailing ship adrift in the high seas,

One hears the voice of a sailor singing in solitude,

amongst the waves of memories, all of his life comes and goes,

a melancholy of another time, which will never return.

Upon a deserted beach on alligator island,

under a palm tree, there is a buried treasure,

the treasure of a pirate, the spoils of his past,

with silver locks on a closed trunk.

Those are the remains of his life, the wounds of a shipwreck,

a rose seashell, the feathers of a macaw,

two maps of the heavens, a golden telescope,

a mop of scarlet hair and the Cuban hat of the Spanish fortune seeker.

And inside a silk shawl he is hiding a heart of fish-scale patterns

Which in the quarter of la Viña he stole from a lady from Cádiz.

And in the lost night in the sea of dreams,

sails adrift this song,

sails adrift this song:

Tango and merenque, heavens! A fine clothing wore the man,

those ancient coins for which the people in Cádiz searched.

And in a silver box, smelling of burnt horn,

wrapped in plaited straw, the head of a tyrant.

Tango and merengue, heavens! a peg-legged pirate,

the skin of an iguana, a fuse and a bomb,

a bluish pistol, a cut shape of a heart

embroidered upon a black flag, black as disillusionment.

Those are the remains of his life, the treasure of his past

which return from oblivion like a golden bird,

like a golden bird.

And in the lost night in the sea of dreams

sails adrift this song.

And in the lost night in the sea of dreams

sails adrift this song...(repeat)