Marinero Quiero Madre

Sailor I want mother
but not from the sardine
because to die of hunger
I have enough on my own
at twelve in the morning
at your door I will knock
so you come with me
to sail the coast

Bells rang and singing was heard

Carrying in that skirt that you give so much flight
taking roses and carnations for the Christ of Candas

Goodbye father and goodbye mother
I'm going to Havana
I have to come back to see you
if death doesn't call me
when I left the village
I turned my face crying
goodbye Asturias of the soul
you are getting far away
farewell Asturias of the soul
you are getting far away

Bells rang and singing was heard

Carrying in that skirt that you give so much flight
taking roses and carnations for the Christ of Candas