A keresés eredménye

Black Christmas Eve (Fisherman of my land)

In the white beach
with hot sand,
In the white beach
with hot sand.
 
There's a murmur of cumbia
and a smell of moonshine.
There's a murmur of cumbia
and a smell of moonshine.
 
The night on her black suit
has thousands of stars,
and with little moonbeams
she lights up their altars.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land.
 
The bagpipes whine,
the drums sound,
The bagpipes whine,
the drums sound,
on the fishermen's
Christmas Eve.
on the fishermen's
Christmas Eve.
 
Throughout the rancheria1
lovely altars can be seen,
among millets2and drums
they play their songs.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
 
The canoes dance
forming a row,
The canoes dance
forming a row,
while the rower sings
his plain song
while the rower sings
his plain song
 
Throughout the rancheria1
lovely altars can be seen,
among millets2and drums
they play their songs.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman
Of...
My...
Land...
 

• a gropu of ranchs
• flutes made of that plant