La Tragedia de Rosita
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Tragedy of Rosita
On the banks of the river, Rosita washed clothes
Neither work nor boredom withered her face
Of all the village, Rosa was the most beautiful
The peasants sang when they saw her coming
And they fought for her love, willing to die for her
All of them yearned for that April rose
Time passed like the rose blooming
But on that tragic day, things changed a lot
Tragedy is the companion
Of the beautiful women
And from Sinaloa's jump
To California, my crazy friend Pancho
That day dawned cloudy in the sky
Rosita went down to the river carrying her load
And a man approached her with evil intentions
My beloved Rosita shouted at that rancher
How long I've waited for this day to tell you I love you
Now you have to be mine or I'll die trying
Under that willow where she grew up
That vile peasant mocked Rosita
Then he threw her into a whirlpool
And the river took her away
