El Pescador

The current is rising
With chincorro and net
The sand canoe to reach
To the beach

The moon waits smiling
With its magical splendor
The arrival of the brave one
The joyful fisherman

The fisherman talks to the moon
The fisherman talks to the beach
The fisherman has no fortune, only his net

The fishermen return
With their catch to sell
To the port of their loves where they have their beloved

The moon waits smiling
With its magical splendor
The arrival of the brave one
The joyful fisherman

The fisherman talks to the moon
The fisherman talks to the beach
The fisherman has no fortune, only his net