Limeña

Limeña who has a soul of tradition
The castanets ring from your heel
Step by step you walk, along the path
That sings, as if it were a drone
Marinera beats with your heel

Little mouth of caramel, silky skin
Magnolia that has escaped from the poplar grove
In your smile there's a handkerchief

That in love reaches the sky
Perfumed with jasmine
To dance marinera for San Martín