Everyone knows it's hard to find
in life a place
where time passes rhythmically without thinking
and the pain is fleeting.
On the banks of the Duero
there is a city
if you don't know the path
listen to this:
Dry leaves slowly fall as we pass
and Cierzo begins to speak.
On a warm morning the sun is already rising
it doesn't heat up.
When you see the mountain of Souls
don't look at it, get over it
and the walking continues.
Bécquer was not an idiot nor was Machado a thief.
and for both of them you will know
that the forgetfulness of love is cured in solitude,
He heals 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 my way to Soria,
Where are you going?
There I find myself in glory
that I never felt.
I'm on my way to Soria
I want to rest
erasing from my memory
betrayals and more,
erased 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.
