Por eso soy rociero

The one who carried me spoke
always of the waning moon (repeat)
from that white cart
I listened to the axles on the sandy ground
how the carter called the oxen
at the slow pace of that brotherhood
That my mother took me through the sand
to see her come out (repeat)
to have her very close, near me
My little heart beat for her
to the sound of the tambourine
Within the Glory itself
she took me through the marsh
and within her person
I felt the first 'Long live!'
Long live the White Dove!

My cradle was a cart
my mother breastfed me (repeat)
and the oxen made me the cradle
while the cicada sang a lullaby
I fell asleep next to the dunes
the fireworks man arrived and woke me up
I learned to walk on that path
taking the lane (repeat)
crawling in the furrow I was so happy
my father baptized me with wine
and I felt like a pilgrim with him
Next to the Glory itself
she took me through the marsh
and next to her person
I gave her the first 'Long live!'
Long live the White Dove!

My grandfather cut me
a branch from the eucalyptus grove (repeat)
and I walked by his side
holding his hand at every stop
he always told me about the old Rocío
that there were fewer people and more brotherhood
I put on his trousers
he taught me to pray with love
to saddle a horse, to have devotion
to know that sometimes a man also cries
and that by forgiving, one gains forgiveness
Next to the Glory itself
he took me through the marsh
and next to me
he gave her the last 'Long live!'
Long live the White Dove!

That's why I'm a pilgrim
to El Rocío from head to toe (repeat)
my whole body trembles
and I'm a carter at dawn
I'm like the Salve of the tambourine player
and the morning sun that comes to see her
With my little head I only think of her
my shoulder carries her, my chest is faith
my feet by her side bring me back again
that's why I feel like a pilgrim
from head to toe
Within the Glory itself
she took me through the marsh
and within her person
I felt the first 'Long live!'
Long live the White Dove!