No halido el sol

y Ana y Miguel

ya prenden llama.

Ella sobre él

hombre y mujer

deschacen la cama



Y el mar, que está loco por Ana,

prefiere no mirar;

los celos no perdonan

al agua, ni a las algas, ni a la sal.



Al amanecer

ya está Miguel

sobre su barca

"Dame un beso amor,

y espera quieta

junto a la playa"



Y el mar murmura en su lenguaje:

"iMaldito pescador!, 

despire de ella

No quiero compartir su corazón"



Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar por él

y esperar, y esperar, y esperar de pie

en la orilla a que vuelva Miguel.



Dicen en la aldea

que sa roca blanca es Ana

Cubierta de sal y de coral

espera en la playa



No esperes más, niña de piedra.

Miguel no va volver.

El mar le tiene preso

por no querer cederle a una mujer.



Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar por él

y esperar, y esperar, y esperar de pie

en la orilla a que vuelva Miguel.



Incluso hay gente que asegura

que cuando hay tempestar

las olas las provoca

Miguel luchando a muerte con el mar.



Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar por él

y esperar, y esperar, y esperar de pie

en la orilla a que vuelva Miguel.



Translation



The sun has not come out yet

and Ana and Miguel

are already on fire.

She's on him,

a man and a woman

making a jumble of their bed.



And the sea - that is mad about Ana -

prefers not to look;

jealousy does not spare

neither the water, nor the seaweed, nor the salt.



By dawn

Miguel is already

in his boat

"Kiss me my love," 

he says, "and stand still on the beach

awaiting my return."



The sea murmurs in its language,

"Wretched fisherman!, 

do say goodbye to her.

I don't want to share her heart."



And she cries and cries and cries for him.

She stands on the beach 

waiting and waiting and waiting for Miguel.



Some say in the village

that that white rock is Ana.

She still waits on the beach

her body covered with salt and corals.



"Don't wait any longer, stone girl.

Miguel will not return.

The sea took him prisoner

because he did not want to let him have his woman."



And she cries and cries and cries for him.

She stands on the beach 

waiting and waiting and waiting for Miguel.



Some people even say 

that when there is a storm

it is Miguel who stirs the waves

fighting to death against the sea.



And she cries and cries and cries for him.

She stands on the beach 

waiting and waiting and waiting for Miguel.