El corazón por el pecho

I like the coolness
And the rumble of the carts
And also when I wake up
To a fandango in the fire
And when the dawn breaks
And the tiredness in my gaze
Leaves me half asleep
The sun hitting my face
And drying the dew

That prayer that is said
When a friend leaves
To the eternal marshes
Because he was a good pilgrim
That baptism with wine
The oxen kneeling
The simpecao in the river
You have to see how much I like
Anything from El Rocío

And to have in El Rocío
With the passing of the years
In every house a friend
In every door a brother
That atmosphere that is lived
Holding onto the Lady
That woman who says goodbye
And not knowing at what time
They will bring out the virgin

And to retrace the path
Because the return is never sad
When at the end of the journey
What you seek is found
And upon arriving at my town
I put away my boots and blanket
How I love El Rocío
And that cap on the hook
With the lively moments

And when I arrive at your hermitage
On that Friday afternoon
I find myself under your roof
It seems like my heart
Is bursting through my chest