El Bermejo y Yo

I don't know why when I remember those days
That I spent fishing in the Bermejo
I feel like going back again
And I feel sad to find myself far away
I feel like going back again
And I feel sad to find myself far away

I would like to go back to La Quena
Orán, Pichanal, Embarcación
Have some wines with so many good people
And embody a song in my hook
Have some wines with so many good people
And embody a song in my hook

Here I am again, but this time without hurry
I thank heaven for returning
Let me kneel down and give you a kiss
And let your caress wet my face
Let me kneel down Bermejo River
And let your caress wet my face

How happy I am sitting on the bank
Waiting for the fate of my fishing rod
When I let the hours pass slowly
And think about everything without thinking about anything
When I let the hours pass slowly
And think about everything without thinking about anything

The fish jump and play in the water
Everything is bustling in its imposing bed
A voracious dorado went hunting
And a kingfisher is on the lookout
A voracious dorado went hunting
And a kingfisher is on the lookout

Here I am again, but this time without hurry
I thank heaven for returning
Let me kneel down and give you a kiss
And let your caress wet my face
Let me kneel down Bermejo River
And let your caress wet my face