Blues Del Pescador
Celtas Cortos
Fisherman's Blues
I wish I were a fisherman
To sail the sea
Far from solid ground
And be able to forget
I would cast the line
Confidently and with love
Under a roof of stars
And radiating brightness
In the sky light
And in my arms you
Uh uh uh
I wish I were a driver
Of a train heading for a crash
Without brakes to the center of the earth
Canyon in the storm
Hearing the coal crackle
And the sleepers creak
I counted towns passing by
A magical night
In the sky light
And in my arms you
Uh uh uh
And I will break free
From the ties that bind me
The shackles that trap me
They will fall on their own
And one fine day I will finally take action
I will drive the train
I will be the fisherman
In the sky blues and in my arms you
Uh uh uh
In the sky light
In the sky light
And in my arms you
In the sky light.