| Song | Los Pescadores |
| Artist | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| Album | Many a Mile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : SainteMarie | |
| My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips | |
| My eyes to the ocean and open my lips | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
| And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea | |
| The hardness of them and the softness of me | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores |
| zuò cí : SainteMarie | |
| My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips | |
| My eyes to the ocean and open my lips | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
| And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea | |
| The hardness of them and the softness of me | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa 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 | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores | |
| Eeeeeaaaaa ooooh los pescadores |