Juan El Pescador
Emilio Dominguez y Sus Estrellas de Plata
Juan The Fisherman
The old canoe
Already sets sail
Juan the fisherman
Will not return
The starry nights
Will no longer see
His shadow cut
With a silver frame
Born on a warm night
His cradle the palm tree
His lullaby the whisper
Of waves and sea
The seagulls were
And the seashells
His childhood play
The beach his home
Carpets of sand
Burnt by the sun
His old path
He will no longer see
Born on a warm night
His cradle the palm tree
His lullaby the whisper
Of waves and sea
The seagulls were
And the seashells
His childhood play
The beach his home
The old canoe
Now sleeps in the sea
Juan the fisherman
Will not return
