Los Peces En El Río
Dulce María
The Fish in the River
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is made of gold
And the comb of fine silver
But look how the fish drink
In the river
But look how they drink
To see the 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 in the wardrobe
The little birds singing
And the rosemary blooming
But look how the fish drink
In the river
But look how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
The virgin is washing
With a little soap
Her hands are stung
Hands of my heart
But look how the fish drink
In the river
But look how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
But look how the fish drink
In the river
But look how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
But look how the fish drink
In the river
But look how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river
To see God born
