Multicolored volovans,
seeing your face,
your smile walks,
for that blessed mountain
range,
enclave of your hermitage,
And sometimes,
your elf looks
for your town of Setefilla
that venerates you, whit every
beat,
meeting you
your arrive at your Lora del Río,
whit your entire town
by coat.
Your parishioners love you,
they are born and you brother
are made.
And with is innocent lips,
shout your name,
marveled at having you close,
in this land of la Vega,
in this land of Lora.
You hear them say
whit passionate voices:
long live the Virgin of Setefilla,
the patron saint of this villa.
Live on september 8,
this day,
Lora arrives at your hermitage,
if not.
He walks you through Setefilla,
Lora’s way,
way of the hermitage.
Long live the Virgin of Setefilla,
the patron saint of this villa.
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Multicolored volovans,
seeing your face,
your smile walks,
for that blessed mountain
range,
enclave of your hermitage,
And sometimes,
your elf looks
for your town of Setefilla
that venerates you, whit every
beat,
meeting you
your arrive at your Lora del Río,
whit your entire town
by coat.
Your parishioners love you,
they are born and you brother
are made.
And with is innocent lips,
shout your name,
marveled at having you close,
in this land of la Vega,
in this land of Lora.
You hear them say
whit passionate voices:
long live the Virgin of Setefilla,
the patron saint of this villa.
Live on september 8,
this day,
Lora arrives at your hermitage,
if not.
He walks you through Setefilla,
Lora’s way,
way of the hermitage.
Long live the Virgin of Setefilla,
the patron saint of this villa.
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