Oración Del Remanso

I'm from the wild shore of the murky water and the current
That flows beautifully through its muddy depth
I'm a serious countryman, I'm people from Valerio's backwater
Where the sky takes flight over the Paraná

I have the color of the river and its same voice, in my song I continue
Of the calm water and its gentle dance in the heart
But sometimes dark, it goes turbulent in the blind depth
And becomes shine in this fisherman's knife

Christ of the nets, don't 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 of dying
Old river water, take this song far away soon
That is clearing up and we are 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 that I raise the bow and climb to the Moon in the canoe
And there I rest like a backwater, my own skin

Calm of my pains, oh Christ of the fishermen
Tell my beloved that she is sad 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, don't 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 of dying

Old river water, take this song far away soon
That is clearing up and we are fishing to live
Old river water, take this cry far away soon
That is clearing up and we are fishing to live