Los Pescadores

[Verse 1]
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips
My eyes to the ocean and open my lips
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores

[Verse 2]
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar
And they're out of their boats and they're on to the shore
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores

[Verse 3]
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope
They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores

[Verse 4]
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea
The hardness of them and the softness of me
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores

[Verse 5]
And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay
I'll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores
Eeh-aah-oh, los pescadores