Jarochita

The fisherman set sail
Carrying in his soul a sweet illusion
He goes happily because as he rows
He thinks of his beloved he left on land

Row sailor, row now
The pier is out of sight
And his white sail on the sea
Will be his last goodbye

From Veracruz I come here
Beautiful jarocha to sing my song
From Veracruz I come here
Beautiful jarocha to sing my song

I bring aguachinango, buy it
Fresh octopus and shrimp
But in the hook of your love
My heart fell

But in the hook of your love
My heart fell

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz

In the little hook of your love
My poor heart fell

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz

Tell me what you gave me
With your love, my little black one
That my heart surrendered

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz

In the hook of your love, baby,
This poor fisherman fell

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz

In your little hook, in your little hook
My heart fell

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz

Come, come, come jarochita come
You will console my heart

From Veracruz I come,
I come from Veracruz