Traduzione per "sailor boy" a spagnolo

Sailor boy

• marinero
• muchacho de marinero

Esempi di traduzione.

marinero

Angelo returned the compliment, showing Hannah a photograph of a sailor boy.
Angelo le devolvió el cumplido mostrando a Hannah una fotografía de un marinero.

And here she was, in ragged sailor-boy togs in a foreign port in a run-down tavern.
Y allí estaba, ataviada con harapos de marinero en una taberna de mala muerte de un puerto extranjero.

He was now playing the song about the girl who was determined to join her far-away sailor boy despite a stormy sea that should have made her think twice, because that was, as she went on insisting, where she belonged, as the wind belonged with the waves, and so on and all that.
En ese instante tocaba la canción de una chica que, a toda costa, a pesar de la preocupante fuerza del oleaje, quería estar junto a su marinero lejano, porque, al parecer, se pertenecían el uno al otro como el viento y el mar, etcétera.

In the park, near the filthy gazebo where the old men made urine and would always stand, leering, near there, eager to show a limp penis in a hand, pay them no mind, near there I had Katrinka and little Faye in the swings, those small wooden swings they had for the little little kids with the slide bar in front so they wouldn't fall out, but I could still smell the urine, and I was pushing both of them in the swings, taking turns, one push for Faye, one push for Katrinka, and these sailors wouldn't leave me alone, these boys, who were hardly any older than me, just the teenager sailor boys who were always in port in those days, English boys maybe or boys from up north, I don't know, boys walking along Canal Street, smoking their cigarettes, just boys. "Is that your mother? What's wrong with her?"
En el parque, cerca del repugnante mirador donde los viejos orinaban y por el que siempre andaban merodeando, ansiosos de mostrar un pene flácido en la mano —se trataba de no prestarles atención—, había instalado a Katrinka y a Faye en los columpios, unos pequeños columpios de madera provistos de una barra para que los niños no se cayeran; de todos modos, percibía el hedor de los orines mientras columpiaba a mis hermanas, por turnos, un empujón para Faye y otro para Katrinka. Por su parte, los marineros no me dejaban en paz: eran chicos apenas unos años mayores que yo, marineros jóvenes que en aquella época recalaban en un puerto tras otro, chicos ingleses o quizá del norte, no lo sé, que caminaban por la calle Canal, fumando cigarrillos, unos chicos jóvenes como tantos otros.