Si la mar era de leche
If the sea was made of milk
Yo me haria un peshkador
I would become a fisherman,
Peshkaria las mis dolores
I would fish out my sorrows
Kon palavrikas de amor
with little words of love.
Peshkaria las mis dolores
I would fish out my sorrows
Kon palavrikas de amor
with little words of love.
Dame tu mano palomba
Dove, give me your hand
Para suvir a tu nido
so that I may climb your nest,
Maldicha ke durmes sola
you are cursed to sleep alone,
Vengo a durmir kontigo
I have come to sleep with you.
Maldicha ke durmes sola
You are cursed to sleep alone,
Vengo a durmir kontigo
I have come to sleep with you.