La Barca de Guaymás
Vicente Fernández
The Boat of Guaymas
At the stroke of the oar
It stirs in the waves
Light is the boat
And at the sound of the water
My sorrow deepens
And my soul sobs
For so many sorrows
My anguished love
Crying calls for you
And you are far away
And alone, very alone
My soul is found
I am the sailor
Who joyfully from Guaymas
Set out one morning
Carrying in my boat
Like a skilled pilot
My sweet hope
Through unknown seas
My holy desires
The storm sank
That's why the sails are torn
And I bring
Death in my soul
Weary traveler
Returning to the port
From distant lands
What a strange pilot
Led your boat
Without sail and anchor
From which region do you come
That you have shattered
Your sails so white
You left singing
And today you return
Bringing death in your soul
