Paroles et traduction Cheo Feliciano - Estampa Marina

Estampa Marina

Entre la mucha gente playera
Los ve partir hacia el mar con esperanza
Recuerdo la voz de un nino diciendo:

Papi, yo quiero que traigas un pescao
Bien grande, pa mi...

Partia Quilito Romero
Parte Calando Pizarro,
Parten Siquito y Severo
A pescar lo necesario.

Parten cantando a la vida
Hay melodia en los remos
Dicen como despedida
A la tarde nos veremos.

Quienes quedan en la orilla
Van uniendose en un rezo
El horizonte a las millas
No garantiza regreso.

El horizonte a las millas
No garantiza regreso.

Y son las cinco de la tarde
No hay espenza ninguna
Comienza un llanto cobarde
Por tanta mala fortuna.

Cantaron su despedida
Confiando en la buena suerte
Pero el mar que da la vida
Quiso esta vez dar la muerte.

Pero el mar que da la vida
Quiso esta vez dar la muerte.

(Ni el horizonte se ve, y menos la gente que se fue).

Ese muchacito que esperaba un pez que bendito
Como se lo explicare.

Pobre Calando Pizarro
El hombre que fue pal agua y mas nunca ha de volver.

Ya los remos llegaron a la orilla,
Pero el bote no se ve.

Que ganas de llorar en esta tarde qris,
Que sufrimiento Merced.
Cecilio mira dijo que no iba
Ese hombre sabia por que.

La gente sigue esperando en la orilla
Como arboles de pie.

Que por amor a la pesca se fueron cantando
Una linda melodia.

Son las cinco de la tarde
Mi gente no ha de volver.

Horizonte, espuma y arena Siquito
Yo nunca te olvidare.

Pero que menos la gente no, no
Y menos la gente.
Esa es la historia,
Del hombre humilde que lucha por su sustento
Contra el viento y la marea. Hummm...

Seascape Print

Among the many beach people
You see them set off for sea with hope
I remember the voice of a child saying:

Daddy, I want you to bring me a fish
A big one, for me...

Quilito Romero sets off
Calando Pizarro sets off
Siquito and Severo set off
To fish for what is needed

They leave singing about life
There is melody in the oars
They say as a farewell
We will see each other in the evening

Those who remain on the beach
Come together in prayer
The horizon on the miles
Does not guarantee a return

The horizon on the miles
Does not guarantee a return

And it is five o'clock in the afternoon
There is no hope
A cowardly cry begins
For so much bad luck

They sang their farewell
Trusting in good luck
But the sea that gives life
This time wanted to give death

But the sea that gives life
This time wanted to give death

(Neither the horizon can be seen, and less so the people who left)

That little boy who was waiting for a fish, how fortunate
How to explain it to him?

Poor Calando Pizarro
The man who went to the water and was never to return

The oars have already reached the shore
But the boat cannot be seen

How I want to cry on this sad afternoon, my dear
How much suffering, my love
Cecilio looked at me and said that he would not go
That man knew why

People keep waiting on the beach
Like trees standing tall

That for the love of fishing they left singing
A beautiful melody

It is five o'clock in the afternoon
My people will not return

Horizon, foam and sand, Siquito
I will never forget you

But what less than people no, no
And less people
That is the story,
Of the humble man who fights for his sustenance
Against the wind and the tide. Hummm...