Sevilla

The Guadalquivir River
fell in love with your silhouette
Split your soul in two
Like it was a dagger

Seville of royal blood
Seville of gypsy blood
She's a dark-haired woman
With the air of a lover

Seville is dying of love
Doesn't want to die in silence
Wants to die with the sun
Shining on her face

Her saints in procession
Across the Triana bridge
Want to cry with her
To the sound of gypsy soleares

From a jasmine balcony
Or a barred window
Seville tells them her life
While singing saetas

Seville is dying of love
And doesn't want to die in silence
Wants to die with the sun
Shining on her face

The Virgin of Hope
Wants to dress in mourning
And in her towers the bells
Weep her silent song

Poets and singers
With wide-brimmed hats
Know she suffers for love
That's why they sing to Seville

Seville is dying of love
Doesn't want to die in silence
Wants to die with the sun
Shining on her face