Polo Margariteño

Singing makes sense, singing makes sense, understanding and reason [x3]
The good pronunciation of the instrument to the ear
The good pronunciation, the good pronunciation of the instrument to the ear
I was a sailor and on an island of a culisa I fell in love
I was a sailor and on an island of a culisa I fell in love
And on a very breezy night, I stole her in my falucho
And on a very breezy night, I stole her in my falucho
The imprisoned heron doesn't sing as it used to sing
In the space above the sleeping sea
Its song in chains is a song of agony
Why do you insist, sir, on prolonging its song
Far away a ship is coming and in it comes my love
Far away a ship is coming, far away a ship is coming
And in it comes my love
A curly-haired one is combing at the foot of the mainmast
A curly-haired one is combing, a curly-haired one is combing
At the foot of the mainmast
I return to you, dear home, and far from you how unhappy I was
I return to you, dear home, and far from you how unhappy I was
I have suffered what can be suffered and I have cried what can be cried
I have suffered what can be suffered and I have cried what can be cried
And that corpse rolling on the beach, and that corpse. Whose could it be?
That corpse must be of some sailor who made his grave at the bottom of the sea
That corpse must be of some sailor who made his grave at the bottom of the sea
Singing makes sense, singing makes sense, understanding and reason [x3]