La Flor de La Canela

Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Let me tell you about the glory
Of the dream that evokes memory
Of the old bridge over the river and the promenade

Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Now that the memory still perfumes
Now that they still sway like a dream
The old bridge over the river and the promenade

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her graceful face she walked
The cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of sweetness that she carried in her chest

Facing the promenade, she walked gracefully
On the sidewalk that trembles to the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter of the breeze, threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the promenade

Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Oh, let me, little brown girl, my thoughts
See if you wake up from the dream
The dream that you gave, brown girl, your feelings
Inhale the elegance that the cinnamon flower gives
Adorned with jasmines, enhancing her beauty
Carpet of lake to the bridge and in gallant the promenade
The river will accompany its passage through the sidewalk

And remember that
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her graceful face she walked
The cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of sweetness that she carried in her chest

Facing the promenade, she walked gracefully
On the sidewalk that trembles to the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter of the breeze, threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the promenade