Madre Del Rosario

The festival of Alto de Rosario is already announced
And as I pass by Esquiú, my soul will be singing
I'll enter through San Lorenzo, Castor Toledo's land
We'll go through the golden and the dark-skinned

The praying of the pilgrims is already felt
People come from afar, walking and on horseback
In the quiet of a sulky that is arriving
A festival full of love, miraculous town

Miraculous woman, mother of the rosary
With herbs, she healed the country folks
Despite being blind, her soul lived alone
In a stone house in the mountains

And when the prayer arrives, the dance begins
With a rural orchestra, the circle is formed
The festive bandoneon plays, Eduardo is on it
A festival full of love, mother of the rosary.