Orgullo rociero
No me cosas la camisa que me rajó un almonteño
Que me rajó un almonteño
No me cosas la camisa que me rajó un almonteño
No me cosas la camisa que me rajó un almonteño
Que me rajó un almonteño
No la laves ni la planches, guárdala como recuerdo
No la laves ni la planches, guárdala como recuerdo
Porque ya llegará el día
Que yo les diga a mis hijos, que yo les diga a mis hijos
Que me he metido debajo de mi Virgen del Rocío
Deja los botos con barro, no me los limpies siquiera
No me los limpies siquiera
Deja los botos con barro, no me los limpies siquiera
Deja los botos con barro, no me los limpies siquiera
No me los limpies siquiera
No laves los calcetines, déjalos llenos de arena
No laves los calcetines, déjalos llenos de arena
Porque ya llegará el día
Que yo les diga a mis hijos, que yo les diga a mis hijos
Que me he metido debajo de mi Virgen del Rocío
El cordón de la medalla, no lo vayas a lavar
No lo vayas a lavar
El cordón de la medalla, no lo vayas a lavar
El cordón de la medalla, no lo vayas a lavar
No lo vayas a lavar
No me lo toques siquiera, déjalo tal como está
No me lo toques siquiera, déjalo tal como está
Porque ya llegará el día
Que yo les diga a mis hijos, que yo les diga a mis hijos
Que me he metido debajo de mi Virgen del Rocío
Ese pañuelo de cuello, no lo vayas a tocar
No lo vayas a tocar
Ese pañuelo de cuello, no lo vayas a tocar
Ese pañuelo de cuello, no lo vayas a tocar
No lo vayas a tocar
Que lo empaparon mis ojos, de tanto llorar y llorar
Que lo empaparon mis ojos, de tanto llorar y llorar
Porque ya llegará el día
Que yo les diga a mis hijos, que yo les diga a mis hijos
Que me he metido debajo de mi Virgen del Rocío
Rociero Pride
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