Niebla del Riachuelo

Murky anchorage where ships come to rest
Boats that at the dock will forever stay
Shadows stretching in the night of pain
Castaways of the world who’ve lost their hearts
Bridges and rigging where the wind comes to howl
Coal ships that will never set sail
Gloomy graveyard of vessels that die
Yet still dream of departing to the sea

Fog of the Stream!
Tied to the memory
I keep on waiting
Fog of the Stream!
From that love, forever
You keep pulling away
Never came back
Never saw her again
Never heard her voice call my name next to me
That same voice that said: Goodbye!

Dream, sailor, of your old brigantine
Drink your nostalgia in the quiet café
It rains over the port, meanwhile my song
Falls slowly over your desolation
Anchors that will never, never lift again
Edges of barges with no lines to untie
Sad caravan with no destination or hope
Like a ship trapped in the bottle of the tavern.