La Tragedia de Rosita
A las orillas del rio lavaba ropa rosita
Ni el trabajo ni el astillo marchitaban su carita
De todo aquel cacerio ella era la mas bonita
Los campesinos cantaban cuando la veian benir
Y su amor se disputaba por ella podian morir
Todos ellos adoraban aquella rosa de abril
El tiempo asi transcurria cuando renacen las rosas
Pero aquel tragico dia cambiaron las cosas
La tragedia es compañia de las mujeres hermosas
Aquel dia amanecio nublado en el firmamento
Rosita al rio bajo llevando su cargamento
Un hombre se le acerco trallendo mal pensamiento
Rosita del alma mia le decia aquel ranchero
Como e esperado este dia para decirte que te quiero
Ahora tienes que ser mia o en el intento me muero
Debajo de aquel encino que en ese lugar crecio
Aquel torbo campesino de rosita se burlo
Luego la hecho al remolino y el rio se la llevo
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