La Tragedia de Rosita
Los Cadetes de Linares
The Tragedy of Rosita
On the banks of the river, Rosita washed clothes
Neither work nor hardship withered her face
Of all the village, she was the most beautiful
The peasants sang when they saw her coming
And their love fought for her, they could die for her
They all adored that April rose
Time passed like this when roses bloom again
But on that tragic day, things changed
Tragedy is the companion of beautiful women
That day dawned cloudy in the sky
Rosita went down to the river carrying her load
A man approached her with evil thoughts
Rosita of my soul, that rancher said to her
How I have waited for this day to tell you that I love you
Now you have to be mine or I'll die trying
Under that oak tree that grew in that place
That dark peasant mocked Rosita
Then he threw her into the whirlpool and the river took her away
