Oración Del Remanso

I am from the wild shore
From the murky water and the current
That flows beautifully
Through its muddy depth

I am a serious countryman
I am people from the Valerio backwater
Where the sky
Takes flight over the Paraná

I have the color of the river
And its same voice in my song I follow
The calm water and its gentle dance
In the heart

But sometimes dark
It goes turbulent in the blind depth
And it becomes a shine
In this fisherman's knife

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Don't think you lost us
It's just that poverty makes us sad
The tense blood
And one only thinks about dying

Water of the old river
Take this song away soon
That is clearing up
And we go fishing to live

I carry my shadow alert
On the scale of the open water
And in the dizzying rest
Of the fishing line

I dream of raising the bow
And going up to the Moon in the canoe
And so I rest
My own skin becomes a backwater

Calm of my pains
Oh, Christ of the fishermen
Tell my beloved
Who is saddened waiting for me

That I am thinking of her
While I wade through the stars
That the river is rough
And I am tired to return

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Don't think you lost us
It's just that poverty makes us sad
The tense blood
And one only thinks about dying

Water of the old river
Take this song away soon
That is clearing up
And we go fishing to live

Water of the old river
Take this song away soon
That is clearing up
And we go fishing to live