Los Pescadores Teclado

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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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.