From the south pole to the north pole
In every small port
There are, without any error
To fish well, there are good fishermen
We find them everywhere
As far as the Zulus
The strongest despite everything
They are those from us
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The pescadous, ouh! ouh!
From the marshial
They are old wolves, ouh! Ooh!
That nothing compares
They would go anywhere
In the gust
They are daredevils
In their ululation
When they leave the sea
In love, troun of the air
They sin figuratively
Fishing is their cute sin
A wink prank
One strike of the hook
And zou! They are victorious
When they fish for hearts
The pescadous, hoo! Woo!
From the marshial
Big bad wolves, wow! Ooh!
That nothing equals
Yes, but they are above all
Of our cicadas
The soft and clear patter
The pescadous
When in hearts, they make a stopover
Ah! The privateers, they take everything
The pescadous, hoo! Hou!
Of my marshiale
Are the kings, you see
Of the frottadous

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