Los Peces En El Rio
Los Toribianitos
The Fish in the River
The virgin is combing her hair
Between curtain and curtain
Her hair is golden
And the comb is fine silver
But look at how they drink
The fish in the river
But look at how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
The virgin is washing herself
And sat in the rosemary
The little birds singing
Tender but blooming
But they look at how they drink
The fish in the river
But look at how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
The virgin is walking
Walking alone
And in her dreams she is accompanied
By the book of her skirt
But they look at how they drink
The fish in the river
But look at how they drink
To see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
They drink and drink and drink again
The fish in the river to see the God born
