My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips My eyes to the ocean and open my lips Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar And they're out of their boats and they're on to the shore Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea The hardness of them and the softness of me Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay I'll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadoresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
