Translation of the song lyrics Sevilla - Fondo Flamenco

Sevilla (original)

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!!!

(translation)

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!!!