La Balandra
Ginette Acevedo
The Skiff
Down a sandy path,
The old skiff,
By the riverbank,
The noisy ducks,
Passing in flocks,
Leaving the night
Filled with whistles.
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart.
Beach mermaid
Whim of the water
Like whirlpools.
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
Through the four mouths
Rowing, rowing,
I go down the river.
The four mouths of the river,
Crossing the boat
To Paolino Island,
Covered in flowers,
There among the lilies,
Just like the birds,
I have my nest.
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart.
Beach mermaid
Whim of the water
Like whirlpools.
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
Over there in the skiff,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
I have a sweetheart,
Through the four mouths
Rowing, rowing,
I go down the river.
