Orgullo rociero

Don't sew my shirt that was torn by a man from Almonte
That was torn by a man from Almonte
Don't sew my shirt that was torn by a man from Almonte
Don't sew my shirt that was torn by a man from Almonte
That was torn by a man from Almonte
Don't wash or iron it, keep it as a memory
Don't wash or iron it, keep it as a memory
Because the day will come
When I will tell my children, when I will tell my children
That I went under my Virgin of El Rocío

Leave the muddy boots, don't even clean them for me
Don't even clean them for me
Leave the muddy boots, don't even clean them for me
Leave the muddy boots, don't even clean them for me
Don't even clean them for me
Don't wash the socks, leave them full of sand
Don't wash the socks, leave them full of sand
Because the day will come
When I will tell my children, when I will tell my children
That I went under my Virgin of El Rocío

The medal's cord, don't wash it
Don't wash it
The medal's cord, don't wash it
The medal's cord, don't wash it
Don't wash it
Don't even touch it, leave it as it is
Don't even touch it, leave it as it is
Because the day will come
When I will tell my children, when I will tell my children
That I went under my Virgin of El Rocío

That neckerchief, don't touch it
Don't touch it
That neckerchief, don't touch it
That neckerchief, don't touch it
Don't touch it
My eyes soaked it, from crying so much
My eyes soaked it, from crying so much
Because the day will come
When I will tell my children, when I will tell my children
That I went under my Virgin of El Rocío