Boga Boga

By day or by night
The fisherman goes out to sea.
The sea has not set a schedule
Yet to sail.
Row, row, row, row back
Row, row, row to work.
By day or by night
The fisherman and his skin
Carry a net, carry a hook
And carry more duty.
Row, row, row, row back
Row, row, row to work.
Hours pass, days pass
And they are counted by months
And their joy and their sadness
Are known by the fish.
From their hands must go
Every corner of the future
The face of the bride
The mom or the one who was born
The same day he left.
Then he swears that now
He will live.
Then he swears that he will never leave again.
That this time is the last
In the sea.
And time passes
And he doesn't see the day to return.
And time passes
Among dangers without a woman
And time passes
That doesn't let him breathe.
But the land ends
When the fisherman returns
That's why he always goes back to the sea
His great love.
Row, row, row, row back
Row, row, row to work.
And he goes from ocean to ocean
With his hook with his net
Let the lightning strike or the wind blow
There is where he is seen.
Row, row, row, row back
Row, row, row to work.
No one knows how a fisherman dreams
How a fisherman dreams
Every time he catches prey
There he has his love.
Row, row, row, row back
Row, row, row to work.
The fisherman carries on board
A palm and a love.
The love pulls him from the depths
The palm from the heart.