En la mar hay una torre en la
 torre una ventana en la
 ventana una hija que a los
 marineros llama. 

Si la mar era de leche
 yo m'haria un peshcador
 peshcaria las mis dolores,
 con palabricas d'amor.

In the sea there is tower,
 In the tower, a window,
 By the window, a young lady
 That calls to the sailors.

If the sea were made of milk,
 I would [bad word] a fisherman,
 I would fish for my pains,
 With little words of love.