OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
The Dog with the Bread,
OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
Long live the saint, Long live the can.
If a devotee begs you.
You have healed the plague.
Without doctors or pharmacies
Oh that holy more alao.
The puppy of San Roque,
He does not want to eat bread anymore
Because he says he prefers
The chops they give you.
OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
The Dog with the Bread,
OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
Long live the saint, Long live the can.
He gave the poor their wealth
And staying without a real.
This is why he was a saint,
Because today nobody would do the same.
If the little dog the tail moves
The sure signal is,
That the saint his miracles
He knows how to make three in three.
OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
The Dog with the Bread,
OH, San Roque, Roque, Roque,
Long live the saint, Long live the can.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)