Nicanor

Where could Nicanor be?
Had hands like a gardener
When dealing with love
So many girls waiting
His kind springs
A waste of a flower
Where could Nicanor be?
Had love for the whole port
A sailor's chest
Ah, I wish I had the brunettes
To console his sorrows
To ease his heat

Look at them always anxious
Whether the wind blows or the rain falls
Each one more beautiful
And more widowed
They all make a nest
Of longing and virtue
But affection
May God help

Where could Nicanor be?
Had knots like a sailor
When tying a love
But there are hidden corners
In the seven torn seas
Seven sins so good
Where could Nicanor be?