| 作词 : Hidalgo, Pérez | |
| Fifty traveling to work the fields | |
| Toil the factories and sweat the steel | |
| Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie | |
| I left you a note tacked to a tree | |
| Adios querida | |
| I'll return one day | |
| Now I'm leaving on the Carlos Rey | |
| Four cruel days under stormy skies | |
| Not much bread to keep us alive | |
| The wind kicked up and the rain came down | |
| Then we all heard a terrible sound | |
| Adios querida | |
| Nothing more to say | |
| I'm lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| I struggled against the pull of the tide | |
| I clutched my bag with your picture inside | |
| But my heart did break as it slipped away | |
| Disappearing into the gray | |
| Adios querida | |
| I've gone to stay | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| In the dark and cold I let you go | |
| With the hunk of wood that I took hold | |
| I sleep in a bed of salt and sand | |
| And dream sweet dreams of taking your hand | |
| Adios querida | |
| I'm gone away | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey |
| zuo ci : Hidalgo, Pe rez | |
| Fifty traveling to work the fields | |
| Toil the factories and sweat the steel | |
| Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie | |
| I left you a note tacked to a tree | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' ll return one day | |
| Now I' m leaving on the Carlos Rey | |
| Four cruel days under stormy skies | |
| Not much bread to keep us alive | |
| The wind kicked up and the rain came down | |
| Then we all heard a terrible sound | |
| Adios querida | |
| Nothing more to say | |
| I' m lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| I struggled against the pull of the tide | |
| I clutched my bag with your picture inside | |
| But my heart did break as it slipped away | |
| Disappearing into the gray | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' ve gone to stay | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| In the dark and cold I let you go | |
| With the hunk of wood that I took hold | |
| I sleep in a bed of salt and sand | |
| And dream sweet dreams of taking your hand | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' m gone away | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey |
| zuò cí : Hidalgo, Pé rez | |
| Fifty traveling to work the fields | |
| Toil the factories and sweat the steel | |
| Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie | |
| I left you a note tacked to a tree | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' ll return one day | |
| Now I' m leaving on the Carlos Rey | |
| Four cruel days under stormy skies | |
| Not much bread to keep us alive | |
| The wind kicked up and the rain came down | |
| Then we all heard a terrible sound | |
| Adios querida | |
| Nothing more to say | |
| I' m lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| I struggled against the pull of the tide | |
| I clutched my bag with your picture inside | |
| But my heart did break as it slipped away | |
| Disappearing into the gray | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' ve gone to stay | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey | |
| In the dark and cold I let you go | |
| With the hunk of wood that I took hold | |
| I sleep in a bed of salt and sand | |
| And dream sweet dreams of taking your hand | |
| Adios querida | |
| I' m gone away | |
| Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey |
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