Patxi Andion, Con Toda la Mar Detras:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1mkABQBfs0Only he has the right
to call the sea thou
He was born upon the ocean,
and the salt never left his blood
It touches his beginning
teaching him the songs
that thought the meaning of shelter,
of storms, and the wind.
there were thirty-six,
and with him thirty-seven,
that went out to sea,
one morning in March,
shortly before dawn.
Laborers of the sea,
that don't know sea sickness
men like the wind
challenged by storms.
Behold the ones passing, behold the ones passing!
those who don't know how to step on solid ground,
who drink wine and never learned to swim,
because destiny never thought them.
See them well. See them well,
the thirty-seven who used to be one hundred
they are proud men of faith,
they were fishermen before they were born.
The storm rose
without warning,
and on their way to port,
they began to flounder.
The pilot was drunk,
and had to be tied,
and they went under slowly,
as if hoping to make it out.
Only the pilot remained,
to tell the tale,
drunk from that day forward,
and never again out to sea.
And there's not enough wine,
to slack his thirst,
and he seeks a kind executioner,
but nobody wants to be it.
Behold him passing, behold him passing!
One who does not know how to step on solid ground,
who drinks wine and never learned to swim,
because destiny never thought him.
See him well. See him well,
of thirty-seven only he remains
he is a proud men of faith,
he was a fishermen before he was born.
Let no one dare raise a toast!
Let no one dare speak!
A mariner is passing!
A drunkard is passing!
With all the sea behind.
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