Limeña

Limeña who has a soul of tradition
Clacking the castanets of your heel
Step by step you walk, along the path
That sings, as if it were a drone
Marinera's beats, its cajón

Little mouth of caramel, skin of silk
Magnolia that has escaped from the poplar grove
In your smile there's a handkerchief
That in love reaches the sky
Scented with Jasmine
To dance Marineras for San Martín