Tanguillos Marineros
Ojos de Brujo
Maritime Tanguillos
There are big and small fish
Leave the small ones
The big one eats the small one
And in the belly, an indigestion
The small one becomes big
Turns into a shark
They come together for the revolt
Zapata lives, Revolution
They come together for the revolt
Bolivar lives
There are landless peasants
There are slaves without a boss
White-collar thieves
Nights without lyrics, books without sun
Politicians and usurers
Who lead us to ruin
Bigger towers have fallen
In Venezuela or Lima
The maritime tanguillos
Under the aprons
With the tanguillos from the port
Claps, joy, samba, and drums
The gypsies dance rumba
They sing to Yemanja
Luck for the sailors
Who touch land and leave
Luck for the sailors
Who kiss the land
Look at that luck, cousin how strong
Cousin what luck, look how strong
I played the lottery
And it was my luck to meet you
...look at that luck, look at that luck...
Time...
Time is a good advisor
Greed is a bad friend
Money is a bad advisor
Give me joy and freedom
That's what I want the most
