El Loco Del Mar
Jose Manuel Soto Lyrics

Ella le robó con un beso su mejor edad, su mundo de redas y velas, aroma de brea y sal.
She stole from him with a kiss his best age, his world of nets and sails, the scent of tar and salt.

Tuvo que dejar su pequeña casita encalada, su querida calleja emperada, su sencilla felicidad.
He had to leave his small whitewashed house, his beloved cobblestoned lane, his simple happiness.

Fue pasando el tiempo y ella era todo su firmamento. renunció a su mindo, perdió su rumbo y embarranco.
Time passed and she became his entire universe. He gave up his world, lost his way and got stuck.

Siempre la dibujaba en todos sus sueños, y enloquecido con ser su dueño en vagabundo se convirtió.
He always drew her in his dreams and, crazed with the desire to possess her, he became a vagabond.

Y cada tarde viene a esperar su estrella. Habla con el viento, y su pensamiento es volver con ella.
Every afternoon he comes to wait for his star. He talks to the wind, and his thoughts are of returning to her.

Su pelo es de espuma, descalzó en la arena. Mira cómo el sol se muere en la mar dorada y serena.
Her hair is like foam, he's barefoot on the sand. He watches as the sun dies in the calm golden sea.

Decen que es feliz gaviota que vive sin bando, y sereno la sigue esperando sonriendo como un delfín.
They say he's happy, like a seagull living without a flock, and he patiently waits for her, smiling like a dolphin.

Corren por su piel repelucos de olores lejanos, de limón y canela sus manos y sus labios de moscatel.
Shivers of distant scents run through his skin, with lemon and cinnamon on his hands and muscatel on his lips.

El sol de levante que le despierta y calienta el aire, muere en el poniente, y él como siempre la espera allí.
The rising sun wakes him and heats the air, but it dies in the west, and he, as always, waits for her there.

Siempre regresa andando con esa pena. Se va arrugando su piel morena, pero mañana vuelve a venir, y cada tarde viene...
He always returns on foot with that sorrow. His brown skin wrinkles, but he'll come back tomorrow, and every afternoon he comes...