Volver a Sevilla - Pastora Soler

Recuerdo los rincones de Sevilla

Y busco en la memoria aquel recuerdo

de besos y más besos en la orilla

del rio de mi vida y de mis sueños.

Quisiera ser corcel y se jinete

para cruzar volando la distancia

Esa distancia tuya que me aleja

Esa distancia tuya que me mata.

Quisiera estar de nuevo allí

y contemplar Triana en el mes abril

y regresar muy pronto a ti

para besar la orilla del Guadalquivir

Aun recuerdo la sonrisa alegre

que ofrecen por las calles sus mujeres

Y aquel aroma fresco inconfundible

del Parque Maria Luisa y sus jardines.

La vieja torre que vigila el puente

se enfada con su hermana y no le habla

Y la giralda dice tristemente

dirígeme tan solo una mirada.

Quisiera esta de nuevo allí

Y contemplar triana en el mes de abril

y regresar muy pronto a ti

para besar la orillas del Guadalquivir (x2)

I remember the corners of Seville

And I look for that memory in my memory

of kisses and more kisses on the shore

of the river of my life and my dreams.

I would like to be a steed and be a rider

to fly across the distance

That distance from you that keeps me away

That distance from you that kills me.

I would like to be there again

and contemplate Triana in the month of April

and return to you very soon

to kiss the shore of the Guadalquivir

I still remember the happy smile

that their women offer in the streets

And that unmistakable fresh scent

of the Maria Luisa Park and her gardens.

The old tower that watches over the bridge

she gets angry with her sister about her and doesn't talk to her

And the giralda says sadly

Just give me a look.

I would like to be there again

And contemplate Triana in the month of April

and return to you very soon

to kiss the banks of the Guadalquivir (x2)