Los Peces En El Río
David Bisbal
The Fish in the River
The virgin's combing her hair
Between the curtains, so fine
Her hair's made of gold
And the comb's silver, divine
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God delivered
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born again
The virgin's washing
And spreading out the rosemary
The little birds are singing
And the rosemary's blooming, you see
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God delivered
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born again
The virgin's walking
She's walking all alone
And she has no company
But the child holding her hand, shown
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God delivered
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born again
The virgin's combing her hair
Between the curtains, so fine.
