La Flor De La Canela

Let me tell you, my friend
Let me share the glory
Of the daydream that brings back memories
Of the old bridge, the river, and the promenade

Let me tell you, my friend
Now that the memory still smells sweet
Now that it still sways in a dream
The old bridge, the river, and the promenade

Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flower
She spread smoothness and left behind
A scent of sweetness that she carried in her heart

From the bridge to the promenade
Her delicate feet lead the way
On the path that trembles
To the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter from the river's breeze
And tossed it to the wind from the bridge to the promenade

Let me tell you, my friend, oh!
Let me share my thoughts with you, my dear
Maybe this will wake you from your dream
The dream that keeps you, my dear
From feeling your emotions

You breathe in the smoothness
That the cinnamon flower gives
Adorned with jasmine
Highlighting your beauty
You carpet the bridge again
And decorate the promenade
As the river keeps pace with your steps on the path

And remember, jasmine in her hair and roses on her face
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flower
She spread smoothness and left behind
A scent of sweetness that she carried in her heart

From the bridge to the promenade
Her delicate feet lead the way
On the path that trembles
To the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter from the river's breeze
And tossed it to the wind from the bridge to the promenade