Camino Soria

Everyone knows it's hard to find
In life a place
Where time passes rhythmically and without thinking
And pain is fleeting
On the banks of the Duero
There is a city
If you don't know the path
Listen to this:
Slowly fall the dry leaves as you pass by
And the Cierzo begins to speak
On a warm morning the sun already appears
It doesn't quite warm up
When you spot the Mount of the Souls
Don't look at it, overcome it
And keep walking

Bécquer wasn't an idiot nor Machado a loser
And through them you'll know
That the forgetting of love is cured in solitude
Is cured in solitude
On the banks of the Duero
There is a city
On the banks of the Duero
My love, I wait for you

I'm on the road to Soria
Where are you headed?
There I find myself in the glory
That I never felt before
I'm on the road to Soria
I want to rest
Erasing from my memory
Betrayals and the like
Erasing from my memory
Road to Soria

On the banks of the Duero
There is a city
On the banks of the Duero
My love, I wait for you.