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