Fishermen
Who does not know them
People dancing on the waves
Sometimes it stays in the middle of the ocean
No lunch and no food
Your fate, fisherman
Shelter under the sky
Dawn left for the night
Arriving at home the wife's son is already asleep
Because waiting for what you catch
I heard the seagulls
Sing the rhythm of the beach
O fishermen conquer the ocean
I'm waiting for your catch tomorrow in the market
And expect your fish fresh.