Sevilla

To what extent have I reached crossing Seville with nothing in my hands
I don't need it, its air is enough for me
Seville is entirely beautiful, from Triana to San Pablo
And to Rochelambert, and even my Giralda, how beautiful it is
It's its small details
That make it something special, something different
Come and you'll see

Seville is not a city, it's a feeling
I can't explain it
You have to be from Seville to understand
That feeling when you can return to your city

Its streets are pieces of sky that brighten your soul just by passing by
They are full of life and smell of orange blossom
Sevillians have something running in their veins
And in their blood is art and flamenco
Its people and its city

As others have said in Seville
There's something that's not normal
That Seville has a special color

Seville is not a city, it's a feeling
I can't explain it
You have to be from Seville to understand
That feeling when you can return to your city

And my heart hurts when I think that one day I'll have to leave
Because I want to die in my land

Seville is not just my home, it's a feeling
I can't explain it
You have to be from Seville to understand that
Feeling when you can listen to this song