La Flor De La Canela

Let me tell you, Limeño
Let me tell you the glory
From the dream that evokes memory
Of the old bridge, the river and the avenue

Let me tell you, Limeño
Now that the memory still fragrant
Now that he still rocks in his sleep
The old bridge, the river and the avenue

Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face
The cinnamon flower walked gracefully
He poured out smoothness and left behind him
Aroma of mixture that he carried in his chest

From the bridge to the avenue
What a foot she carries
Along the trembling path
To the rhythm of her hip
He collected the laughter of the river breeze
And the wind threw her from the bridge to the avenue

Let me tell you, Lima native!
Let me tell you my thoughts, Moreno
Let's see if this way you wake up from your dream
From the dream that entertains, dark-skinned
Your feelings

You aspire to smoothness
What does the cinnamon flower give?
Adorned with jasmines
Nuance your beauty
Carpets the bridge again
And you decorate the avenue
May the river keep time with your steps along the path

And remember that, jasmine in the hair and roses on the face
The cinnamon flower walked gracefully
He poured out smoothness and left behind him
Aroma of mixture that he carried in his chest

From the bridge to the avenue
What a foot she carries
Along the trembling path
To the rhythm of her hip
He collected the laughter of the river breeze
And the wind threw her from the bridge to the avenue