Los Pescadores
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1. My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips,
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my eyes to the ocean and open
my lips.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
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2. They come with a crash on the crest of a roar,
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and they’re out of their boats
and they’re on to the shore.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
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3. And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope,
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they dig I the sand and they
bend to the smoke.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
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4. And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea,
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the hardness
of them and the softness of me.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
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5. And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay,
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I’ll eat of the sun and I'll
drink of the spray.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
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Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.
(Buffy Sainte-Marie)