Pescadores de mi río [English translation]

Bend by oars

Burned by the river and downpours

The heart is carried in the fast-flowing river.

And in the drawing of the nets

It's enmeshed from sun to sun.

Bread that my river offers us gently

Silver and alive

It jumps in the nets

It glows in the eyes of the one who knows how to win it.

River people, fishermen

Of my river Paraná.

Camalote fur

Smile of the blossoming ceibo

It has the little boy

And in his little water-coloured eyes

The sandy areas glitter in the sun.