Ecos del Rocio — Los Lloraba Sevilla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Los Lloraba Sevilla" by Ecos del Rocio.
Lyrics
Él está de sol a sol en la marisma
todo el día entre algodones y arrozales
ella estudia siempre junto a una cortina
que descorre a escondias de su madre
Él la ve hasta en el surco del arao
ella dibuja corazones en sus papeles
se puso el sol y él dejó el tractorao
ella guardaba en su carpeta sus deberes.
Y cuando fue a buscarla si.
su madre la engañao no.
no vuelvas a buscarla que.
por otro te ha dejao.
Por otro que estudiaba como ella empresariales
son las cosas que pasan cuando hablan los chavales
no vuelvas a buscarla no.
que ya de nada vale.
seguid plantando más arroz.
si no bajan caudales.
Y aquella misma noche regresó a los arrozales
y con su llanto triste él le regó los algodonales
culpaba a la marisma.
y a los patos reales.
maldita sea la esquina.
que daba a aquella calle.
Va un rumor de boca en boca por Sevilla
él la quería ella estudiaba empresariales
pintó en el suelo antes de cortar su vida
una flecha, un corazón, tres iniciales
Ella abrió la prensa mirando a las esquina
su sonrisa descubría en titulares
y muerta ya secó su llanto en la cortina
sobre un folio le dejó dicho a su madre
El niño que yo amaba si.
¿qué le habrá dicho alguien? que.
la vida se quitó por mi.
y no vino ayer tarde.
y aquella misma tarde donde tos somos iguales
los vieron de la mano y agarraitos del talle
los lloraba Sevilla.
sus plazuelas, sus calles.
por el río corrian.
las lágrimas del aire.
Y dijo la Giralda con aromas de azahares
yo como soy tan alta vi en el cielo a dos chavales
lloraba la marisma.
y los patos reales.
y lloraba la esquina.
que daba a aquella calle.
Lyrics translation
He is from sun to sun in the Marsh
all day between cotton and rice fields
she always studies next to a curtain
who descends to his mother's hideouts
He sees her even in the arao's furrow
she draws hearts in her papers
the sun went down and he left the tractorao
she kept her homework in her folder.
And when he went looking for her, he did.
her mother cheated on her or not.
don't ever look for it again.
for another he has left you.
By another who studied like her business
it's the things that happen when kids talk
don't look for her again.
that's no good anymore.
keep planting more rice.
if they don't lower the flow.
And that same night he returned to the paddy fields
and with his sad weeping he watered the cotton
I blamed it on the Marsh.
and the Ducks.
damn the corner.
that looked down that street.
Word of mouth is going around Seville
he wanted her. she studied business.
he painted on the floor before cutting off his life
one arrow, one heart, three initials
She opened the press looking at the corner
his smile discovered in headlines
and dead already dried her weeping in the curtain
on a folio he told his mother
The boy I loved did.
what did someone tell you? that.
life was taken away for me.
and he didn't come yesterday afternoon.
and that same afternoon where we're the same cough
they saw them holding hands and clutches at the waist
Sevilla wept.
its squares, its streets.
by the river corrian.
the tears of the air.
And said the Giralda with aromas of azahares
as I am so tall I saw in the sky two young men
I was crying in the swamp.
and the Ducks.
and I was crying around the corner.
that looked down that street.