Marineros

We like the boat
We like the wind
Even though sometimes it pushes back
We like the fire
We like love
The delirium and not the pain
We like the rhythm
That rises through our feet
Grey sky forgive me
Sailors make their oars cry
We are all children of the sun
Of the fire
Sailors make their oars cry
We are all children of the sun
Of the fire
If we sing now
The sun will come out (now that we lost so much)
The delirium and the color
That comes from the wine
That the drum brings
Blue sea protect us
(That nothing shakes your calm)
Sailors make their oars cry
(Give us imagination)
We are all children of the sun
Of the fire
(That nothing shakes your calm)
Sailors make their oars cry
We are all children of the sun