Dm C A My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips, Dm C A my eyes to the ocean and open my lips. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores. Dm C A They come with a crash on the crest of a roar, Dm C A and they?re out of their boats and they?re on to the shore. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores. Dm C A And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope, Dm C A they dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores. Dm C A And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea, Dm C A the hardness of them and the softness of me. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores. Dm C A And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay, Dm C A I?ll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores. Dm F C Bb A Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores.