Pequeño Marinero

Today I feel unable to sing you a love song
Today, my friend, I have a broken heart,
A broken heart
Today I saw a sailboat without a sailor adrift
Playing with the waves and laughing,
And laughing

And on a beach, a woman in mourning
Cried for the life that bore no fruit,
That bore no fruit
And she asked when looking up high
Why, if I am so poor,
Do you steal so much from me, steal so much from me

He had the wind as a friend and a blue gaze
A vacation sun and his youth,
And his youth
He had some friends and an old town
That was in celebration
And a boat made of barrels among the grass,
Among the grass
And he had the soul of an old sailor
And he stayed in the water with his sailboat,
With his sailboat

And on a beach, a woman in mourning
Cried for the life that bore no fruit,
That bore no fruit