She Once Lived Here
Ella vivió una vez aquí
By weary hearts · Writer: Weary Hearts
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Translation by Alejandra Mida
Original lyrics
Mayor gave me the key to the city
Welcome wagons already appear
But again, I'll be packing and leaving
For it's plain now that she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
It may be that I'll never forget her
'Cause she's love and love lives everywhere
Could it be that I'll always be saying
I've got to go for she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
Welcome wagons already appear
But again, I'll be packing and leaving
For it's plain now that she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
It may be that I'll never forget her
'Cause she's love and love lives everywhere
Could it be that I'll always be saying
I've got to go for she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
I see her face in the cool of the evening
I hear her voice in each breeze, loud and clear
There must be a town without memories
But not this one, she once lived here
Translation
El alcalde me dio la llave de la ciudad
Bienvenido vagones ya aparecen
Pero, de nuevo, voy a estar haciendo las maletas y salir
Porque es claro ahora que una vez vivió aquí
Veo su cara en el fresco de la tarde
Oigo su voz en cada brisa, alto y claro
Tiene que haber un pueblo sin memoria
Pero no es éste, que una vez vivió aquí
Puede ser que nunca voy a olvidar su
Porque ella es amor y el amor vive en todas partes
¿Será que siempre voy a estar diciendo
Tengo que ir a por ella vivió aquí
Veo su cara en el fresco de la tarde
Oigo su voz en cada brisa, alto y claro
Tiene que haber un pueblo sin memoria
Pero no es éste, que una vez vivió aquí
Veo su cara en el fresco de la tarde
Oigo su voz en cada brisa, alto y claro
Tiene que haber un pueblo sin memoria
Pero no es éste, que una vez vivió aquí
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