Paroles et traduction Nahuel Pennisi - Viejo Pescador del Paraná

Viejo Pescador del Paraná

Don Jacinto descansa en el arenal
Mientras la luna salpica de brillos el Paraná
La canoa como un niño
Se acuna sobre el rio

La luna temblorosa lo ve dormir
Y entre el saucedal la brisa le sirva un chamame
Con los pies dentro del rio
Como cuando eras niño

Viejo pescador el agua se va
En la correntada tu alma se ira
A pescar mas sueños con tu espinel

Viejo pescador, te fuiste a dormir
Besando tus pies, el camalotal
Con el vaiven gris de la soledad
Envuelto de peces del Paraná

Con los pies dentro del rio,
Como cuando eras niño

Pobre como el paisano que vive allí
Gente noble que su vida dio por sobrevir
Enseñando a cada niño a ser hermano del rio

Dicen que cuando muere un pescador
Los dorados pican y se aparean en bendición
Que halla peces en el rio para que no sufra el niño

Viejo pescador el agua se va
Y en la correntada tu alma se ira
A pescar los sueños con tu espinel

Viejo pescador, te fuiste a dormir
Besando tus pies, el camalotal
Con el vaiven gris de la soledad
Envuelto de peces del Paraná
Con los pies dentro del rio
Como cuando eras niño

Old Fisherman of the Paraná River

Don Jacinto is resting on the sand
As the moon speckles the Paraná River with gleams
The canoe like a child
Cradles upon the river

The trembling moon watches him sleep
And among the willow grove the breeze plays him a chamamé
With his feet in the river
Just like when you were a child

Old fisherman, the water is receding
In the current your soul will depart
To fish for more dreams with your fishing line

Old fisherman, you have gone to sleep
Your feet kissed by the water lilies
With the gray waves of solitude
Enveloped by fish from the Paraná

With your feet in the river,
Just like when you were a child

Poor like the countryman who lives there
Noble people who gave their lives to survive
Teaching each child to be a brother to the river

They say that when a fisherman dies
The dorados bite and mate in blessing
So that there will be fish in the river for the child to not suffer

Old fisherman, the water is receding
And in the current your soul will depart
To fish for dreams with your fishing line

Old fisherman, you have gone to sleep
Your feet kissed by the water lilies
With the gray waves of solitude
Enveloped by fish from the Paraná
With your feet in the river
Just like when you were a child