Listen to my story The story Of the fisherman A poor Moroccan man Not a Beggar Had learned to fish He sold his fish On the market Without licence For big predators Eat the small ones And there the police Begged him To quit He refused For it was his bread His daily life Police ceased His fish And throw them away For big predators Eat the small ones And the fisherman Defended his own Against all odds For it was his bread His reason for living His work He was killed For no reason By his predators For big predators Eat the small ones And now His wife in sorrow His country in grief Awake my friends For his story Is ours the death of the small ones For big predators Eat the small ones © mlaure
I owed that boat… ow ow ow
And now a float
Of industrial boats
Riding the waves
No more fish … ow ow ow
And no more bread
Only waves rolling
Who wants my boat?