La Flor de La Canela

Let me tell you, Limeña
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, Limeña
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 takes her down the trembling path
To the rhythm of her hips
He collected the laughter of the river breeze
And he threw it into the wind
From the bridge to the avenue

Let me tell you, Limeña. Oh!
Let me, let me tell you, brunette, my thoughts
Let's see if this way you wake up from your dream
From the dream that entertains, brunette
Your feelings

You aspire to smoothness
What does the cinnamon flower give?
Adorned with jasmines
Nuanced her beauty
Carpets the bridge again
And you decorate the avenue
The river will keep time with its passage along the path

And remember that
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 takes her down the trembling path
To the rhythm of her hips
He collected the laughter of the river breeze
And he threw it into the wind
From the bridge to the avenue