Chileno Boys

The Chileno Boys
Pull their fish by the fins
In the dirt and they sing
About old times and the women they will know
Mariquita and Caras
The girls in their dreams, of when they'll be men
Not different, not different they say
Not different from you

The Chileno Boys
Pull their feet by the strings
In the dirt they sing
Confusing themselves in the inside tangled jungle
Of sons and fathers
Themselves lost halfway into the yеars
That have been and will be long
But…
Not differеnt, not different they say
Not different from you

Fish they sell
What they catch
What they can
What they hold in their arms
For the day
Sons and fathers
Of the sea
A world in which just to walk
You must run
So they sell
What they catch
What they hold in their arms
For the day
Not different, not different they say
Not different from you