Juan El Pescador
El viejo cayuco
Ya se hace a la mar
Juan el pescador
No regresará
Las noches de estrellas
No verán ya más
Recortar su sombra
Con marco de plata
Nace en tibia noche
Su cuna la palma
Su arrullo el susurro
De olas y mar
Fueron las gaviotas
Y los caracoles
Su juego de niño
La playa su hogar
Alfombras de arena
Quemada de Sol
Su viejo camino
Ya no lo verá
Nace en tibia noche
Su cuna la palma
Su arrullo el susurro
De olas y mar
Fueron las gaviotas
Y los caracoles
Su juego de niño
La playa su hogar
El viejo cayuco
Ya duerme en el mar
Juan el pescador
No regresará
Juan The Fisherman
The old canoe
Already sets sail
Juan the fisherman
Will not return
The starry nights
Will no longer see
His shadow cut
With a silver frame
Born on a warm night
His cradle the palm tree
His lullaby the whisper
Of waves and sea
The seagulls were
And the seashells
His childhood play
The beach his home
Carpets of sand
Burnt by the sun
His old path
He will no longer see
Born on a warm night
His cradle the palm tree
His lullaby the whisper
Of waves and sea
The seagulls were
And the seashells
His childhood play
The beach his home
The old canoe
Now sleeps in the sea
Juan the fisherman
Will not return
Escrita por: Miguel Angel Enciso Vieyra