De Sevilla a Madrid [English translation]

I went out of my Seville,

an april day,

smelling like a carnation

and I came to Madrid,

trilling my voice

like a bell.

And Madrid receives me with the Cibeles,

which is a silver mirror of faithful lovers.

Where do you go, to what you came for

what are you looking for here?

Where do you go?

A fitting love,

that gets stuck in my sense

like the air of Madrid...

If to Retiro I come, my blood burns

with the sparks of fire in the afternoon

From Atocha to las Vistillas

I'm looking for a love

and the flowers, of la Villa

of Madrid, give me their smell;

with their smell I'm in heat

to the light of this sky

that is a royal tapestry,

Oh Madrid of my soul!

while goes by El Prado

the golden ghost

of love of Madrid.

Going down by Curtidores

I loked for my Julián,

and I found him there,

and then, in La Arganzuela,

the attractive lad

who was Juan José.

The virgin of La Almudena advices me

that he doesn't miss the evenings of her novena.

Where do you go, so sevillian

what are you looking for here?

Where do you go?

To ask, like sister

to Casta and Susana,

to teach me Madrid.

Manzanares chulapo, how good you warble,

when some cute lad gives me compliment

• Artist:Isabel Pantoja
• Album:Al alimón (1981)