Pescador y Guitarrero
Os Serranos
Fisherman and Guitarist
Fisherman of the Paraná waiting for a bite of dreams
While the river takes away your pulse as a guitarist
I've seen you at dawn with bait and gear
And a whistle between your lips that follows you like a dog
The water girl has hair made of scales
And a tear that dampens the braids of her legend
Life is also a river that keeps hitting the stones
The water girl has hair made of scales
Your fishing guitar takes the shape of your sorrows
It's the hook that's stuck in your wooden mouth
Fisherman of the Paraná, time is like a golden fish
It slips through our fingers when we least expect it
The water girl has hair made of scales
And a tear that dampens the braids of her legend
Life is also a river that keeps hitting the stones
The water girl has hair made of scales
