Canción del pescador

I have the nets full
(empty hands).
The nets belong to the boss;
The hands, mine.
The sea was empty
Under the night;
With sweat we fill it
The fishermen.
The field is dark
At dawn;
With our hands we make
The light of dawn.
When will the land be
Yours in your hands;
Yours the boat and nets,
And the sea your slave!