Idioma Origen:
There's a port... on a western bay
And it serves.. a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors... pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl... in this harbour town
And she works... laying whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Brandy... wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket... that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came... on a summer's day
Bringing gifts... from far away
But he made it clear... he couldn't stay
No harbour was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its raging glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night... when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man... who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
"Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Idioma Destino:
There's a port... on a western bay
And it serves.. a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors... pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl... in this harbour town
And she works... laying whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Brandy... wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket... that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came... on a summer's day
Bringing gifts... from far away
But he made it clear... he couldn't stay
No harbour was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its raging glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night... when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man... who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
"Brandy, you're a fine girl"
"What a good wife you would be"
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"