Oracion Del Remanso

I am from the wild shore of the murky water and the current
That flows beautifully through its muddy depth
I am a serious countryman, I am people from the Valerio backwater
Where the sky takes flight over the Paraná

I have the color of the river and its same voice in my song I follow
The calm water and its gentle dance in the heart
But sometimes it goes dark, turbulent in the blind depth
And it becomes shine in this fisherman's knife

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Don't think you lost us, it's just that poverty makes us sad
The tense blood and one only thinks of dying
Old river water, take this song away soon
That is clearing and we are fishing to live

I carry my shadow alert on the scale of the open water
And in the dizzying rest of the fishing line
I dream that I raise the bow and climb to the moon in the canoe
And there I rest, my own skin becoming a backwater

Calm of my pains, oh, Christ of the fishermen
Tell my beloved who is saddened waiting for me
That I am thinking of her while I wade through the stars
That the river is rough and I am tired to return

Christ of the nets
Do not abandon us
And in the fishing lines
Leave us your gifts

Don't think you lost us, it's just that poverty makes us sad
The tense blood and one only thinks of dying
Old river water, take this song away soon
That is clearing and we are fishing to live

Old river water, take this song away soon
That is clearing and we are fishing to live