Milonga Del Marinero Y El Capitán

The sailor and the captain
met in a bar,
and ordered another bottle of rum.
That would be the final port,
and it was indeed,
that under the sea now rest together the two.

It was for a crazy blonde
who danced alone until dawn.
And she moved, but so well,
that looking at her was losing
everything for that body and that promise.

He was no longer young but he was bold
and always danced to the beat;
he didn't care if they tossed a coin for her.
The night came, the champagne arrived,
the time of truth arrived
and that bet, in the end, was won by death.

It was for a crazy blonde
who danced alone until dawn.
And she moved, but so well,
that looking at her was losing
everything for that body and that promise.

When the ship arrives in the city
the women come out and the lonely men
go down to the bars, and that night anything goes!
And you feel your heart
beating to the rhythm of this milonga
which is the milonga
of the sailor and the captain.

It was for a crazy blonde
who danced alone until dawn.
And she moved, but so well,
that looking at her was losing
everything for that body and that promise.