At the stroke of the oar the waves shake It calls you
And you are very far away and alone, very alone
My soul is found
Joyful traveler who returns to the port
From distant lands
What did I extract? What pilot drove your boat
Without sail and without anchor
What region do you come from, what have you done?
Thar your sails so white
And you went singing
And you return bringing death in your soul
I am the happy sailor from Guaymas
I left one morning
Carrying in my boat like a pilot bird< br/>My sweet hope
Through unknown seas, my holy desires
Sunken in the storm
That is why my wings are broken
And I bring death in the soul
You left singing
And today you return bringing
Death in the soul

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