Everyone knows that it is difficult to find
in life a place
where time passes rhythmically and without thinking
and the pain is fleeting.
On the banks of the Douro
there is a city
if you do not know the path
listen to this:
Slowly the dry leaves fall when passing
and El Cierzo starts talking.
On a warm morning the sun appears
it does not get to heat up.
When you divide Mount of Souls
do not look at it, overpower
and continue walking.
Bécquer was not an idiot nor Machado a ganapán
and you will both know
that the forgetfulness of love is cured in solitude,
he heals himself in solitude.
On the banks of the Douro
There is a city.
On the banks of the Douro
my love, I wait for you
I'm going to Soria,
Where do you go?
There I am in 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
road Soria.
On the banks of the Douro
There is a city.
On the banks of the Douro
my love, I wait for you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)