Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Camino Soria (con Eva Amaral), artist - Jaime Urrutia
Date of issue: 28.05.2007
Song language: Spanish
Camino Soria (con Eva Amaral)(original) |
Todo el mundo sabe que es difícil encontrar |
En la vida un lugar donde el tiempo pasa |
Cadencioso sin pensar y el dolor es fugaz |
A la ribera del Duero existe una ciudad |
Si no sabes el sendero, escucha esto: |
Lentamente caen las hojas secas al pasar |
Y el cierzo empieza a hablar, en una tibia mañana |
El sol asoma ya, no llega a calentar |
Cuando divises el monte de las ánimas |
No lo mires, sobreponte y sigue el caminar |
Bécquer no era idiota, ni Machado un ganapán |
Y por los dos sabrás que el olvido del amor |
Se cura en soledad, se cura en soledad |
A la ribera del Duero existe una ciudad |
A la ribera del Duero, mi amor, te espero |
Voy camino Soria, ¿tú hacia dónde vas? |
Allí me encuentro en la gloria que no sentí jamás |
Voy camino Soria, quiero descansar |
Borrando de mi memoria traiciones y demás |
Borrando de mi memoria camino Soria |
A la ribera del Duero existe una ciudad |
A la ribera del Duero, mi amor, te espero |
Voy camino Soria, ¿tú hacia dónde vas? |
Allí me encuentro en la gloria que no sentí jamás |
Voy camino Soria, quiero descansar |
Borrando de mi memoria traiciones y demás |
Borrando de mi memoria pasiones y demás |
Todo el mundo sabe que es difícil encontrar |
Lentamente caen las hojas secas al pasar |
Bécquer no era idiota, ni Machado un ganapán |
El olvido del amor se cura en soledad |
Camino Soria, camino Soria |
Camino, camino Soria |
Camino, camino, camino Soria |
Camino Soria, camino Soria |
Soria, Soria |
(translation) |
Everybody knows it's hard to find |
In life a place where time passes |
Pingalous without thinking and the pain is fleeting |
On the banks of the Duero there is a city |
If you don't know the path, listen to this: |
Slowly dry leaves fall as we pass |
And the north wind begins to speak, on a warm morning |
The sun is already rising, it does not get warm |
When you see the mountain of souls |
Don't look at it, get over it and keep walking |
Bécquer was not an idiot, nor was Machado a ganapán |
And for both of you you will know that the oblivion of love |
It heals in solitude, it heals in solitude |
On the banks of the Duero there is a city |
On the banks of the Duero, my love, I wait for you |
I'm on my way to Soria, where are you going? |
There I am in the glory that I never felt |
I'm going to Soria, I want to rest |
Erasing from my memory betrayals and others |
Erasing from my memory Soria road |
On the banks of the Duero there is a city |
On the banks of the Duero, my love, I wait for you |
I'm on my way to Soria, where are you going? |
There I am in the glory that I never felt |
I'm going to Soria, I want to rest |
Erasing from my memory betrayals and others |
Erasing from my memory passions and others |
Everybody knows it's hard to find |
Slowly dry leaves fall as we pass |
Bécquer was not an idiot, nor was Machado a ganapán |
The oblivion of love is cured in solitude |
Soria road, Soria road |
Road, road Soria |
Way, way, way Soria |
Soria road, Soria road |
Soria, Soria |