Los Peces En El Rio
Cecilia Echeñique
The Fish in the River
The fish in the river
The virgin walks along
She walks all alone
She has no other company
Than the child by her side
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
The virgin washes diapers
And hangs them on the rosemary
The little birds sing to her
And the water laughs away
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is made of gold
Her combs are fine silver
But look how they drink
The fish in the river
But look how they drink
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
