La Cauzaleña

Belly of the whirlpools
Round stone
Jumping, the fisherman carries
His spine to the other side

A riverside dance
Little eyes
In love, dancing
To the whistle of a flute

Sieves of love and dreams
Fences of pain
Old laborer carts
Resting for prayer

Taking advantage of the night
The fisherman goes out to search
A school of hopes
That the river leaves behind

Wrinkling its back, the river runs
Without rest
Whipping the cliffs
The bull of the current bellows

The demon of the river
Sitting on the reeds
White and foamy waves
Drawing on the sand

A shack facing north
Nestled by the willows
So the boatman can sleep
When the storm comes down

Taking advantage of the night
The fisherman goes out to search
A school of hopes
That the river leaves behind