For the day and at night the fisherman goes out to sea
the sea has not set a schedule yet to navigate
Boga, boga, boga, back to back
Boga, boga, boga, to work.
By day or by night the fisherman and his skin
They have a net, they carry a hook and they carry their duty.
Boga, vogue ...
The hours pass, the days pass and they are counted by months
and his joy and sadness are known by the fish.
And between their hands should go every corner of the future
The face of the bride, the mom? or the one that was born?
the same day he left.
Then he swears that now he's going to live
Then he swears that more will never come out
That this time is the last one in the sea.
And time passes and you do not see the day of returning
and the time passes between dangers without a woman
and the time passes that does not allow to breathe ...
But the land ends when the fisherman returns
that is why he always returns to the sea, his great love.
Boga, vogue ...
And it goes from ocean to ocean with its hook, with its net
The lightning bolt falls or the wind blows where it looks.
Boga, vogue ...
Nobody knows how I dream, as the fisherman dreams
every time he takes prey there he has his love.
Boga, vogue ...
The fisherman has on board a palm and a love
love pulls from the bottom, the palm of the heart.
Boga, vogue ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)