La Tragedia de Rosita
A las orillas del rio lavaba ropa rosita
Ni el trabajo ni el astio marchitaban su carita
De todo akel caserio rosa era la mas bonita
Los campesinos cantaban cuando la veian venir
Y su amor se disputaba por eia podian morir
Todos eios anhelaban akeia rosa de abriiil
El tiempo asi transcurria como renase la rosa
Pero akel trajico dia cambiaron mucho las cosas
La trajedia es compañiaaaa
De las mujeres hermosas
Y del salto sinaloa !!!
Asta california !!! mi compa pancho loco !!!
Akel dia amencio nublado en el firmamentoooo
Rosita al rio bajo ievando su cargamentooo
Y un hombre se le acerco ievando un mal pensamientoooo
Rosita del alma mia le gritaba akel rancherooo
Cuanto esperaba este dia pa´ decirte ke te kiero
Haora tienes ke ser mia o en el intento me muerooo
Debajo de akel ensino ke en a kel lugar crecio
A kel torbo campesino de rosita se burlo
Luego la echo a un remolinoooo
Y el rio se la ievoooo
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