Los Hombres del Río

Under a wooden sun the day rises
Hugging the waist of the Mississippi
Inside the summer, tomorrow arrives
The river men go on the current

A pulsating rumor of man and seed
Dives into the green womb of the shoreline
The river releases the boat and on the banks
A constant fruit labor matures

Walk, walk, walk
Dream and sun, blood and sun
The river men depart, sweat and toil

Walk, walk, walk
Blood and sun, dream and sun
With the flag of the shout, sweat and toil

Walk, walk, walk

With the river men, the evening returns
Moist from the orange grove's mist
The moon burns in the distance over the boats
A guitar delta returns to the sea

An ancient twilight releases the night
Among the green shadow of the vegetation
When the silence of fatigue breaks
A navigating shout in the vastness

Walk, walk, walk
Dream and sun, blood and sun
The river men return, sweat and toil

Walk, walk, walk
Blood and sun, dream and sun
On the foam of the shout, sweat and toil

Walk, walk, walk