Oh Captain, my Captain our fearful trip is done
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people are exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Oh Captain, my Captain (x3)
Oh Captain, my Captain rise up and hear the bells
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding
For you they call (the swaying mass)
their eager faces turning (their eager faces turning)
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead. Dead.
Mi padre no siente mi brazo, no tiene pulso ni voluntad
El barco está anclado sano y salvo, su viaje cerrado y hecho
Desde el viaje temeroso, el barco vencedor, viene con este objeto ganado
¡Exulten, oh orillas, y toquen, oh campanas!
Pero yo, con una pisada llora
Camina por la cubierta mi capitán mie
Cayó frío y muerto. Cayó frío y muerto