Текст и перевод песни El Puma De Sinaloa - El Navegante

El Navegante

Navegando los trenes del sur
A una indita muy linda encontre
Que vendia ramilletes de flores
Recorriendo las vias del tren
Y encantado de aquella morena
Le compre un ramito para mi
Al poner la moneda en su mano
A la indita formal dije asi
"Ay, indita que vendes tus flores
No le vendas a nadie por Dios
Y al calor de un hornito de trolla
Tu de todas, la mas linda flor"
(Ay, indita!)
Pero el tiempo y las horas de vuelta
A esos rumbos me hicieron volver
Yo busque en la estacion a la indita
Pero en cambio, a ella no la encontre
Hasta que una senora, ya anciana
Mis tristezas desiaba saber
Me entrego un ramillete marchito
Y me dijo, "aqui esta, su merced"
La que viene buscando esta muerta
Y al partir este ramo dejo
"Se la entrega al senor pasajero,
Que en mi vida fue mi unico amor"

The Navigator

Sailing the trains of the south
I found a very pretty indian girl
Who sold bouquets of flowers
Going through the train tracks
And enchanted by that brunette
I bought a bouquet for myself
When I put the coin in her hand
I told the indian girl formally
"Oh, indian girl who sells your flowers
Don't sell them to anyone, for God's sake
And in the warmth of a trolla oven
You are the most beautiful flower of them all"
(Oh, indian girl!)
But the time and hours back
Made me go back to those places
I looked for the indian girl at the station
But instead, I did not find her
Until an old lady
Wanted to know my sadness
She handed me a faded bouquet of flowers
And she said, "Here it is, your grace"
The one you are looking for is dead
And when leaving this bouquet, she said
"Give it to the gentleman passenger,
Who was my only love in my life"