Ese lunes de Rocio

"Holding on" to your poles, Rocio I am praying to you
I am praying to you
"Holding on" to your poles, Rocio I am praying to you
Why do I need cathedrals if I pray to you crying
I pray to you crying
Tears full of love, of devoted "huelvanos"
Only fervor brings me, you are my Almonte brother
That Monday of Rocio
Between sand, sun, and flowers, between sand, sun, and flowers
On my shoulders I have felt you, Rocio of my loves

You have already gone underneath, you will fulfill the promise
You will fulfill it
You have already gone underneath, you will fulfill the promise
And the Virgin of Rocio is on your shoulders
On your shoulders
True love and faith, dream come true
Face "pegá" to the costero, and hand on the pole
That Monday of Rocio
Between sand, sun, and flowers, between sand, sun, and flowers
On my shoulders I have felt you, Rocio of my loves

They took me away from the Virgin, as I had no more strength
I had no more strength
They took me away from the Virgin, as I had no more strength
My eyes clouded, I couldn't breathe
I couldn't anymore
A tremor in my throat, from the sorrow I felt
Her tears fell on my face, and my shoulder didn't hurt
That Monday of Rocio
Between sand, sun, and flowers, between sand, sun, and flowers
On my shoulders I have felt you, Rocio of my loves

The Virgin is moving away, swayed by other shoulders
Shoulders were swaying her
The Virgin is moving away, swayed by other shoulders
As they take her away, what sadness
My mother, my mother
And soaked in the sweats, that I had since then
Again to your poles, with anger I held on
That Monday of Rocio
Between sand, sun, and flowers, between sand, sun, and flowers
On my shoulders I have felt you, Rocio of my loves