Sevilla Tiene Un Color Especial

Seville, so cheerful,
I fill with joy when I talk to its people.
Seville enchants the sky to dress it in blue
And even the sun sleeps in Triana and the moon in Santa Cruz.

Seville has a special color.
Seville still has its spirit,
Still smells like orange blossoms,
I enjoy being with its people.

Seville, so affectionate,
So bullfighter, so gypsy, so brunette and so beautiful.
Seville enchants the river when it goes to Sanlucar
And the woman in a mantilla, I like to see her pass by.

Seville, you are my lover
Mysterious Moorish queen of a breathtaking garden.
Seville, bride of the world for its way of being,
Because destiny wanted it to be Seville.

...sounds good, huh!