The sun hasn't come up but Ana and Miguel are already burning with love
She is lying on him, man and woman, they rumple the bedsheets
The sea, crazy about Ana, prefers not to watch
Jealousy cannot forgive
The water nor the seaweed nor the salt
At dawn, Miguel is already in his small boat
"Give me a kiss, my love, and wait for me at the beach"
And the sea murmurs in its own language: "Damned fisherman!"
"Say goodbye to her - I will not share her heart"
Chorus:
And weeping, and weeping, and weeping for him
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting, standing
On the shore until Miguel returns
In the village they say the white rock is Ana
Covered with salt and coral, waiting at the beach
Wait no more, girl of stone, Miguel will not return
The sea has him prisoner
Not wanting to release him to a woman
Chorus
And there are people who are certain
That when there is tempest
The waves are provoked by
Miguel's battle to death with the sea
And weeping, and weeping, and weeping for him
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting, standing
And weeping, and weeping over the sea ...
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