Paroles et traduction José Luis Perales - El Hombre Y La Sirena

El Hombre Y La Sirena

Era blanca la casa y azul el cielo
Era blanca la aldea de arena y cal
Era negro y profundo el Mediterráneo
Cuando aquel marinero se hizo a la mar.

Dicen en el pueblo que soñaba con sirenas
Que lo enamoraban cuando había luna llena
Que bajaba hasta la playa como un novio enamorado
Y buscaba entre la arena caracolas
Y cantaba una canción desesperada
Esperando la llegada de su amor.

Dicen que era fuerte como el mástil de un velero,
Su sonrisa blanca y su pelo negro, negro,
Que jugaba con los niños al "pillao" y al escondite
Y vagaba como un lobo por el puerto
Y cantaba una canción desesperada
Esperando la llegada de su amor.

Se ha quedado en silencio la casa blanca,
Lo recuerdan sentado mirando al mar
Esperando una noche de luna llena
Preparando su barca para zarpar.

Dicen que le vieron caminando por la arena
Que se fue desnudo persiguiendo a su sirena
Que llevaba entre las manos caracolas y corales
Y en su pecho un corazón enamorado
Que zarpó para buscarla entre las olas
Y a la casa blanca nunca regresó.

Dicen que era fuerte como el mástil de un velero,
Su sonrisa blanca y su pelo negro, negro,
Que jugaba con los niños al "pillao" y al escondite
Y vagaba como un lobo por el puerto
Y cantaba una canción desesperada
Esperando la llegada de su amor.

Dicen en el pueblo que soñaba con sirenas
Que lo enamoraban cuando había luna llena
Que bajaba hasta la playa como un novio enamorado
Y buscaba entre la arena caracolas.

The Man and the Siren

The house was white and the sky was blue
The village of sand and lime was white
The Mediterranean was black and deep
When that sailor went to sea.

They say in the village that he dreamed of sirens
Who fell in love with him when the moon was full
That he would go down to the beach like a love-struck groom
And search the sand for seashells
And sing a desperate song
Waiting for the arrival of his love.

They say he was strong as the mast of a sailboat
His smile was white and his hair was black, black
That he would play tag and hide-and-seek with the children
And roam like a wolf through the port
And sing a desperate song
Waiting for the arrival of his love.

The white house has fallen silent
They remember him sitting looking at the sea
Waiting for a full moon night
Preparing his boat to set sail.

They say they saw him walking on the sand
That he went naked chasing after his siren
That he carried seashells and corals in his hands
And a heart filled with love in his chest
That he set sail to find her among the waves
And never returned to the white house.

They say he was strong as the mast of a sailboat
His smile was white and his hair was black, black
That he would play tag and hide-and-seek with the children
And roam like a wolf through the port
And sing a desperate song
Waiting for the arrival of his love.

They say in the village that he dreamed of sirens
Who fell in love with him when the moon was full
That he would go down to the beach like a love-struck groom
And search the sand for seashells.