Текст и перевод песни Patxi Andión - Con Toda La Mar Detrás

Con Toda La Mar Detrás

Sólo él tiene el derecho
De tutearle a la mar.
Le parieron mar adentro
Y se le quedó la sal
Lamiéndole los orígenes,
Enseñándole el cantar
Que interpreta en la cubierta
El furor del vendaval.

Treinta y seis y él treinta y siete,
Que salieron a la mar
Una mañana de marzo
Poco antes de clarear.
Trabajadores del agua
Que no se saben marear,
Masculinos como el viento,
Bruñidos en temporal.

Mirad, ahí van.
Mirad, ahí van
Los que en tierra firme no saben andar
Que beben vino y no saben nadar
Porque el destino no les quiso enseñar.
Miradles bien.
Miradles bien.
Son treinta y siete y antes eran cien.
Son orgullosos,
Son gentes de fe.
Eran pescadores antes de nacer.

Se levantó la arbolada
Sin quererlos avisar
Y al entrar en la ensenada
Comenzaron a zozobrar.
El piloto está borracho
Y lo tienen que amarrar
Y naufragaron despacio,
Como intentando esperar.

Sólo el piloto ha quedado
Para poderlo contar.
Desde ese día borracho,
Ya nunca sale a la mar.
Y no hay suficiente vino
Para comprarle la sed
Y busca un verdugo amigo
Y nadie lo quiere ser.

Mirad, ahí va.
Mirad, ahí va
El que en tierra firme no sabe andar,
Que bebe vino y no sabe nadar
Porque el destino no le quiso enseñar.
Miradle bien.
Miradle bien.
Eran treinta y siete y sólo queda él.
Es orgulloso, es hombre de fe.
Era pescador antes de nacer.

Que nadie levante un vaso.
Que nadie se atreva a hablar.
Que está pasando un marino.
Que está pasando un borracho,
Con toda la mar detrás.

With the Whole Sea Behind

Only he has the right
To address the sea informally.
He was born out at sea,
And the salt stuck with him,
Licking at his origins,
Teaching him the song
That he performs on deck
The fury of the gale.

Thirty-six and he's thirty-seven,
Who went out to sea
One morning in March
Just before dawn.
Workers of the water
Who don't know how to get seasick
Manly like the wind
Burnished in the storm.

Look, there they go.
Look, there they go
The ones who don't know how to walk on dry land
Who drink wine and don't know how to swim
Because fate didn't want to teach them.
Look at them closely.
Look at them closely.
There are thirty-seven and there used to be a hundred.
They are proud
They are people of faith.
They were fishermen before they were born.

The grove rose up
Without wanting to warn them,
And when they entered the cove,
They began to capsize.
The pilot is drunk
And they have to tie him up,
And they were shipwrecked slowly
As if trying to wait.

Only the pilot has survived
To be able to tell the story.
From that day on, drunk,
He never goes out to sea again.
And there is not enough wine
To quench his thirst,
And he seeks a friendly executioner,
And no one wants to be it.

Look, there he goes.
Look, there he goes
The one who doesn't know how to walk on dry land,
Who drinks wine and doesn't know how to swim
Because fate didn't want to teach him.
Look at him closely.
Look at him closely.
There were thirty-seven and only he remains.
He is proud, he is a man of faith.
He was a fisherman before he was born.

Let no one raise a glass.
Let no one dare to speak.
For a sailor is passing by.
For a drunkard is passing by
With the whole sea behind him.