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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.
Dm F C Bb A
Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.