El Bermejo y Yo

I don’t know why, when I think back to those days
When I spent my time fishing in the Bermejo
I get this urge to go back again
And it makes me sad to be so far away
I get this urge to go back again
And it makes me sad to be so far away

I wish I could go back to La Quena
Orán, Pichanal, Embarcación
Have some drinks with all the good folks
And hook a song on my line
Have some drinks with all the good folks
And hook a song on my line

Back again!

I’m here once more, but this time, no rush
I thank the heavens for coming back
Let me kneel down and give you a kiss
And let your touch wet my face
Let me kneel down, Bermejo River
And let your touch wet my face

The little heist for my beloved Orán

How happy I am sitting on the bank
Watching the luck of my fishing rod
When I let the hours pass slowly
And think about everything without thinking of anything
When I let the hours pass slowly
And think about everything without thinking of anything

The fish jump and play in the water
It’s all a racket in their mighty bed
A hungry dorado is out hunting
And a kingfisher is lying in wait
A hungry dorado is out hunting
And a kingfisher is lying in wait

Back again!

I’m here once more, but this time, no rush
I thank the heavens for coming back
Let me kneel down and give you a kiss
And let your touch wet my face
Let me kneel down, Bermejo River
And let your touch wet my face