El Canoero

I'm the canoeman who rows and rows
Who rows and rows
Searching for the prettiest
Who is my brown-skinned girl
I look for her to give
Her sweet little things

Gliding through the Huallaga
I head towards the Amazon
Looking from beach to beach
At all the footprints you leave

I slide down the rivers
Of my beautiful, lovely girl
And I search from port to port
For my lovely charapita

Beach girl, beach girl... little beach girl
Why are you leaving... little beach girl
Who are you leaving with... little beach girl
And where are you going... little beach girl
This poor canoeman... just watching
This poor canoeman... just watching

I'm the canoeman who rows and rows
Who rows and rows
Searching for the prettiest
Who is my brown-skinned girl
I look for her to give
Her sweet little things
Traveling through the mountains
Looking for my charapita
I reach the Marañón River and can't find my brown-skinned girl

I spotted the riverbank
The foam from that boat
Surely it’s taking away
The little woman I love so much

Beach girl, beach girl... little beach girl
Where are you going... little beach girl
I search for you in the north... little beach girl
And where are you... little beach girl
This poor canoeman... just watching
This poor canoeman... just watching