Nieblas Del Riachuelo
Diego El Cigala
Mists of the Stream
Murky anchorage where they will come to rest
Ships that on the dock are to remain forever
Shadows lengthening in the night of pain
Castaways of the world who have lost their hearts
Bridges and rigging where the wind comes to howl
Coal ships that will never set sail
Gloomy cemetery of ships that in death
Dream, nevertheless, that they will set sail towards the sea
Mists of the stream!
Tied to the memory
I keep waiting
Mists of the stream!
From that love, forever
You are distancing me
She never returned
I never saw her again
Her voice never again named my name next to me
That same voice that said: Goodbye!
Dream, sailor, of your old brigantine
Drink your nostalgia in the deaf café
It rains on the port, meanwhile my song
Slowly rains on your desolation
Anchors that will never, never lift again
Sides of barges without moorings to release
Sad caravan without destination or illusion
Like a ship trapped in the bottle of the tavern
