Текст песни La Barca De Guaymas

written by Rubn Fuentes

Al golpe del remo se agitan las olas

Ligera la barca

Al ruido del agua se ahonda mi pena

Solloza mi alma.

Por tantos pesares, mi amor angustiado

Llorando te llama

Y te hallas muy lejos... y sola,

muy sola

Se encuentra mi alma.

Alegre viajero que tornas al puerto

De tierras lejanas

Que extraño piloto condujo tu barca

Sin vela y sin ancla

De qu regin vienes, que has hecho

pedazos

Tus velas tan blancas.

Y fuiste cantando

Y vuelves trayendo, la muerte en el alma

Yo soy el marino

Que alegre de Guaymas, sali una mañana

Llevando en mi barca como ave piloto

Mi dulce esperanza.

Por mares ignotos

Mis santos anhelos hundi la borrasca

Por eso estan rotas mis penas

Y traigo la muerte en el alma.

Te fuiste cantando

Y hoy vuelves trayendo

La muerte en el alma.

My father used to play this graceful

song on the piano during lazy Sunday

afternoons in our home in Tucson.It

took me about 30 years to finally get

around to asking him what it was

called.How we take these treasures

for granted! It was written around 1916

in Cosala, Sinaloa, on the west coast

of Mexico.The musicologist Adrian

Trevino thinks that this song was a

salon piece, possibly a valse asentado Linda Ronstadt - La Barca De Guaymas - http://ru.motolyrics.com/linda-ronstadt/la-barca-de-guaymas-lyrics.html

(slow waltz).Its salon origins are

suggested by the unusual poetic struc-

ture and expression; each thought is

in three parts of six syllables each.

L.R.

The Boat from Guaymas

At the stroke of the oar the waves

are agitated

Light is the boat

At the noise of the water my sorrow

gets deeper

And my soul is sobbing.

Because of so many troubles

My anguished love cries out to you

You are very far away

And my soul finds itself alone,

all alone.

Tired traveler who returns to the port

From faraway lands

What strange pilot sailed your boat

Without a sail, without an anchor

From where do you come, that you have

torn to pieces

Your sails so white.

You left singing

And today you return, bringing death

in your soul.

I am the sailor who happily from Guaymas

Left one morning

Carrying in my boat, like a guiding bird,

My sweet hope

Through unknown seas

The storm overwhelmed my sacred

yearnings

That's why my efforts are broken

And I bring death in the soul.

You left singing

And today you return

Bringing death in your soul.

© 1987 Normal Music/ BMI