Camino Soria

Everyone knows it's hard to find
In life a place
Where time passes leisurely without thinking
And pain is fleeting
On the banks of the Duero
There is a city
If you don't know the path
Listen to this

Slowly fall the dry leaves as you pass by
And the Cierzo begins to speak
On a warm morning the sun is already peeking
It doesn't warm up
When you see the Mount of Souls
Don't look at it, overcome it
And keep walking

Bécquer wasn't an idiot and Machado not a scoundrel
And from both you'll know
That the forgetting of love is cured in solitude
Cured 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 the road to Soria
Where are you going?
There I find myself in the glory
That I never felt

I'm on the road to Soria
I want to rest
Erasing from my memory
Betrayals and the like
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 the road to Soria
Where are you going?
There I find myself in the glory
That I never felt

I'm on the road to Soria
I want to rest
Erasing from my memory
Betrayals and the like
Erasing from my memory
Passions and the like

Everyone knows it's hard to find
Slowly fall the dry leaves as you pass by
Bécquer wasn't an idiot and Machado not a scoundrel
That the forgetting of love is cured in solitude