Pescatore

Cast your nets
Good fishing will come
And sing your songs
That will calm the storm
Think, think of your child
Of the greeting he sent you
And your wife awake early in the morning
Spoke to God about you
Spoke to God about you

Tell, tell your Lord
Tell him he will return
Defend his man from the sea
From the dangers he will find
So young, my god
And black is a sad color
His white and fragrant skin
Still needs caresses
Needs caresses now

Fish, pull, fisherman
Fish and don't stop
Little fish in the net
Long days in the middle of the sea
A sea that has never given you much
A sea that makes you curse
When its fury becomes great
And its wave is a giant
Its wave is a giant

Tell, tell your Lord
Tell if he will return
That man who feels less his
And another already smiles at me
Drive him from his mind
Don't lead me into sin
I shiver when he looks at her
And a rose he gave me
A rose he gave me

Red rose, token of love
Rose, Malaspina rose
In the silence of the night now
His mouth is close to hers
No, for God's sake, don't make him come back
Tell it to the sea
This chain is too strong
I don't want to break it
I don't want to break it

Fish, pull, fisherman
Fish, don't stop
Even when the wave lifts you strongly
And takes you away from your thoughts
And sweeps you away like a leaf in the wind
That makes you want to let go
Light down in its strong embrace
But then death is so cruel
Death is so cruel

Tell, tell your Lord
Tell him he will return
That man who always his man
That man who won't know
That he won't know he will grow
And of his promises make
Of a red rose there between his fingers
Of a story already born finished
Of a story already born finished

Fish, pull, fisherman
Fish, don't stop
Little fish in the net
Long days in the middle of the sea
A sea that has never given you much
A sea that makes you curse
That calms down and falls silent without surrender
And waits for you to start again
And waits for you to start again