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My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hipsMy eyes to the ocean, and open my lipsEe-ah, oh, los pescadoresThey come with a crash on the crest of a roarAnd they're out of their boats and they're on to the shoreEe-ah oh, los pescadoresAnd they wrench with the wave, and they strain with the ropeThey dig in the sand and they bend to the smokeEe-ah, oh, los pescadoresAnd the weight of the men and the sound of the seaThe hardness of them and the softness of meEe-ah, oh, los pescadoresAnd I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gayI'll eat off the sun and I'll drink off the sprayEe-ah, oh, los pescadoresEe-ah, oh, los pescadores Aus Songtexte Mania