Sevilla Tiene Un Color Especial
Sevilla, tan sonriente, yo me lleno de alegría cuando hablo con su gente
Sevilla enamora al cielo, para vestirlo de azul, hasta el sol duerme en Triana
Y la luna en Santa Cruz
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Sevilla, tan cariñosa, tan torerita, gitana, tan morena y tan hermosa
Sevilla enamora al río y hasta Sanlúcar se va, y a la mujer de mantilla
Le gusta verla pasar
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Sevilla, tu eres mi amante, misteriosa reina mora, tan flamenca y elegante
Sevilla enamora al mundo por su manera de ser, por su calor, por sus ferias
Sevilla tuvo que ser
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Sevilla tiene un color especial, Sevilla sigue teniendo, su duende
Me sigue oliendo a azahar, me gusta estar con su gente
Seville Has a Special Color
Seville, so smiling, I fill with joy when I talk to its people
Seville enchants the sky, to dress it in blue, even the sun sleeps in Triana
And the moon in Santa Cruz
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Seville, so affectionate, so bullfighter, gypsy, so dark and so beautiful
Seville enchants the river and even goes to Sanlúcar, and the woman in a mantilla
Likes to watch her pass by
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Seville, you are my lover, mysterious Moorish queen, so flamenco and elegant
Seville enchants the world for its way of being, for its warmth, for its fairs
Seville had to be
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its magic
It still smells like orange blossom to me, I like being with its people
Escrita por: César Cadaval / Miguel A. Maguesin De Los Santos