Sevilla - Fondo Flamenco

Hasta que punto he llegado, cruzemos Sevilla sin nada en las manos,

no lo necesito, con su aire me basto.

Sevilla es entera bonita de triana a San Pablo, y a rochelambert hasta mi

Giralda yo la quiero ver.

Puede que no tenga playa xo tiene rio, el rio guadalquivir, ay yo sin sevilla

no podria vivir.

Sevilla no es una ciudad y es un sentimiento, no lo puedo explicar,

ay q ser sevillano pa poder entender que es lo se siente y al poder volver,

aaa su ciudadd.

sus calles son trozos de cielo que te alegra el alma si pasas por el estan

llenas de vida y huele a laurel

los sevillanos tiene algo que corre en sus venas y en su sangre esta el arte y

el flamenco su arte en su ciudad

la feria y la semana santa no la tiene nadie nadie cmoo aqui y esqe mira

primaaa aaayyy

Sevilla no es una ciudad y es un sentimiento, no lo puedo explicar,

ay q ser sevillano pa poder entender que es lo se siente y al poder volver,

aaa su ciudadd.

y esq el corazon me duele q al pensar q un dia me tenga q ir, xq yo en mi

tierra me kiero morir.

sevilla no es solo mi hogar y es un sentimiento no lo puedo explicar,

ay q ser sevillano pa yegar a entender eso k se siente al poder escuchar esta

cancion!!!

How far have I come, let's cross Seville with nothing in our hands,

I don't need it, its air is enough for me.

Seville is beautiful from Triana to San Pablo, and from Rochelambert to me

Giralda I want to see her.

It may not have a beach or it does have a river, the Guadalquivir river, oh, I don't have Seville

I could not live.

Seville is not a city and it is a feeling, I cannot explain it,

oh, to be a Sevillian to be able to understand what it feels like and to be able to return,

aaa your city

its streets are pieces of heaven that make your soul happy if you go through it

full of life and smells like laurel

Sevillians have something that runs in their veins and in their blood is art and

flamenco its art in its city

nobody has the fair and holy week nobody like here and look

cousin aaayyy

Seville is not a city and it is a feeling, I cannot explain it,

oh, to be a Sevillian to be able to understand what it feels like and to be able to return,

aaa your city

And it's that my heart hurts when I think that one day I have to go, because I in myself

earth I want to die.

Seville is not only my home and it is a feeling I cannot explain,

oh, to be a Sevillian to understand what it feels like to be able to listen to this

song!!!