Si la mar era de leche
yo m'haria un peshcador
peshcaria las mis dolores,
con palabricas d'amor.(2)
Si la mar era de leche
yo m'haria vendedor
caminando y preguntando,
donde s'empesa I'amor.(2)
En la mar hay una torre en la
torre una ventana en la
ventana una hija que a los
marineros llama. (2)
Dame la mano, palomba,
para suvir a tu nido!
Maldicha que durmes sola,
vengo a durmir yo contigo!
If the sea were made of milk,
I would become a fisherman,
I would fish for my pains,
With little words of love.
If the sea were made of milk,
I would become a salesman,
Walking and asking,
Where does love begin.
In the sea there is tower,
In the tower, a window,
By the window, a young lady
That calls to the sailors.
Give me your hand, dove,
To climb up to your nest!
It is a curse that you sleep alone,
I am coming to sleep with you!
