It's cold on the beach today,
But nothing scares you.
You warmed yourself by slapping
With a kid washed face, girl
That what you're doing is no good,
And fuck what she thinks.
Oh! When I catch her,
Outspoken tadpole.
Rosita, you don't need to cry.
Rosita, that mischievous smile,
That's my Rosita.
Always rolling,
The market exit.
With that disappointed face,
Like they're not going to give you anything.
Deceitful and shameless.
Don't tease me so,
Foul-mouthed tadpole.
Rosita, there's no need to cry.
Rosita, that cheeky smile, that's my Rosita.
Don't cry, Rosita.
That mischievous smile stays with me.