Romeros en el rocío traducción al Inglés

I don't know what it is about Andalusia.
They call it low
That in the devotions of their pilgrimage
The Ave Maria is sung
It is sung to the sound of a rattle
And that's the thing, that's the spice of it.
Without getting sad, tell the Virgin
Oh, white dove, how I love you
Carts as vowels
Horsemen with nobility
Oxen with bells
From the dust of the crowd
On a pilgrimage, on a pilgrimage
I'm not going to be filled with pride with the man of my life
He deserved it, he deserved it
A love like his when coming from a pilgrimage
On a pilgrimage, on a pilgrimage
Look how charming those carts are!
They go to El Rocío
With their lanterns, with their garlands
And always full of songs
Of folk songs and women
An embroidered shawl, colorful combs
Amontillado wine that takes away bad feelings
And beautiful faces that are like flowers
Carts like Aldivines
Sprinkled with carnations
Colts showing off their manes
evil eyes with curls
I trust in you, I trust in you
Light and star of my life
Little Virgin of El Rocío
With lordship, with lordship
The shepherdess is carried on her litter
Nailed by the crowd
In El Rocío, in El Rocío
Long live the Virgin of El Rocío
White dove, white dove
There is no language in the world to sing your litanies
White dove, white dove
You are the sun of my joy and a rosebush of eternal fragrance
White dove, white dove