Translation of the song lyrics Sevilla Tiene un Color Especial - Maria Dolores Pradera

Sevilla Tiene un Color Especial (original)

Sevilla, tan sonriente, yo me lleno de alegría cuando hablo con su gente,
Sevilla enamora al cielo, para vestirlo de azul, capazo 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 morenita, gitana, tan morena y tan hermosa,
Sevilla enamora al río y hasta san lucas 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.
Estribillo.
(repetir hasta el final)

(translation)

Seville, so smiling, I am filled with joy when I talk to its people,
Seville falls in love with the sky, to dress it in blue, carrycot sleeps in triana,
And the moon in santa cruz.
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its duende
I still smell of orange blossom, I like being with its people.
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its duende
I still smell of orange blossom, I like being with its people.
Seville, so affectionate, so dark, gypsy, so dark and so beautiful,
Seville falls in love with the river and even San Lucas leaves, and the woman in a mantilla
He likes to see her go by.
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its duende
I still smell of orange blossom, I like being with its people.
Seville has a special color, Seville still has its duende
I still smell of orange blossom, I like being with its people.
Seville, you are my lover, mysterious Moorish queen, so flamenco and elegant,
Seville makes the world fall in love with its way of being, its warmth, its fairs,
Seville had to be.
Chorus.
(repeat until the end)