Pescador

Fisherman Christ made you a fisherman
Tell us where to find it
To be happy with him like you

I'm sailing without a rudder
The open sea, my reason abandons me
I barely survive, like a lost child
I'm looking for something that isn't inside me

But suddenly you arrive
It is your word, the beacon of white light
Take me to a safe harbor
Where there is a future
Where there is a bluer sky

Your word is the hope that so many souls seek
Fisherman, you will be the new wind, you will be the friend who brings us
Take me to a new world in your great infinite heart

If it is difficult sometimes to continue in the shipwreck and among so many
Darkness in the middle of a silent sea I go in search of a
A little peace

But suddenly you arrive with your word, a beacon of white light, take me to a safe harbor where
There is a future where there is a bluer sky

Your word is the hope that so many souls seek, fisherman, you will be the new wind
You will be the friend who takes us to a new world in your great infinite heart