Translation of the song lyrics La Barca De Guaymas (The Boat from Guaymas) - Linda Ronstadt

La Barca De Guaymas (The Boat from Guaymas) (original)

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 extrano piloto condujo tu barca sin vela y sin ancla
De que region 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, salio una manana
Llevando en mi barca como ave piloto
Mi dulce esperanza por mares ignotos
Mis santos anhelos hundio 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
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

(translation)

At the stroke of the oar the waves shake lightly the boat
At the noise of the water my sorrow deepens my soul sobs
For so many sorrows, my anguished love crying calls you
And you are very far away... and alone, very alone
my soul is found
Joyful traveler who returns to the port of distant lands
What a strange pilot led your boat without a sail and without an anchor
What region do you come from, what have you torn to pieces
Your candles so white and you were singing
And you come back bringing death in the soul
I am the happy sailor from Guaymas, he left one morning
Carrying in my boat as a pilot bird
My sweet hope for unknown seas
My holy desires sank the storm
That's why my sorrows are broken
And I bring death in the soul
You left singing and today you come back bringing
death in the soul
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