Los Peces En El Río
David Bisbal
The Fish in the River
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
The hair is golden
And the fine silver comb
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
The virgin is washing
And spreading the rosemary
The little birds singing
And the rosemary blooming
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
The Virgin is walking
She is walking alone
And he has no more company
That the Child of the little hand
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
Says
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
