La Balandra
Ginette Acevedo
The Balandra
On a sandy path
The old balandra
By the river's edge
The whistling ducks
Flying in flocks
Leaving the night
Filled with whistles
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
Beach siren
Whim of the water
Like whirlpools
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
Through the four mouths
Paddling, paddling
I’m going down the river
The four mouths of the river
Crossing the beach
Paolino Island
Covered in flowers
There among the rivers
Just like the birds
I have my nest
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
Beach siren
Whim of the water
Like whirlpools
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
Over there at the balandra
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
I have a sweetheart
Through the four mouths
Paddling, paddling
I’m going down the river
