Navegante
Navegante (Sailor) is the title of a tango dedicated to Vito Dumas[1]. It was written by José Horacio Staffolani and the music was composed by Jaime Yanín.
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Lyrics
Buenos Aires...
Se engalana majestuosa de esplendor,
El blanco y el azul, flamea bajo el sol
La enorme multitud entona esta canción.
Vito Dumas, navegante, solitario capitán
Tu brújula es llegar, tu norte es el timón,
Acero y voluntad tu corazón.
El límite del mundo, cielo, mar y luz
Se mece en lo profundo del abismo azul.
Más fuerte que titán,
Más fuerte que el dolor
Confiado y sin temor, bogando va...
Se acerca la tormenta, agua, viento y mar
Enfila su goleta, en lucha desigual,
Arrecia el temporal,
Pequeño es su timón
Lo alienta sin cesar un gran amor...
De un polo al otro polo, resonando va
El nombre más glorioso que nos dio la mar,
Hazañas sin igual, proezas de emoción
La voz del corazón cantando está.
La luz de las estrellas y la Cruz del Sur
Titilan aun más bellas en su noche azul,
La ausencia de un querer
Se agranda en el soñar
El beso maternal, volver, volver…
Buenos Aires...
dresses up majestic with splendour.
The white and the blue flutter under the sun.
The huge crowd sings this song.
Vito Dumas, sailor, lonely captain,
your compass is to arrive, your North is the rudder;
steel and will, your heart.
The world’s limit, sky, sea and light,
rocks in the depths of the blue abyss.
Stronger than a titan,
stronger than pain,
confident and fearless, he goes on sailing...
The storm draws near, water, wind and sea.
He directs his schooner to an unequal fight.
The storm grows stronger,
his rudder is small.
He’s encouraged ceaselessly by a great love...
From one pole to the other, resounding goes
the most glorious name the sea has ever given us.
Unequaled exploits, prowess of emotion,
the voice of the heart sings.
The light of the stars and the Southern Cross
twinkle even more beautiful on their blue night.
The absence of a love
grows bigger with dreaming,
the maternal kiss, to return, to return...