Los Pescadores - Buffy Sainte-Marie

My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips

My eyes to the ocean and open my lips

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores

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

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores

And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope

They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores

And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea

The hardness of them and the softness of me

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores

And I’ll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay

I’ll eat of the sun and I’ll drink of the spray

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores

Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores