La flor de la canela/Que nadie sepa mi sufrir

Let me lift you up, limeña,
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that evokes memory,
Of the old bridge, the river, and the grove.

Let me lift you up, limeña,
Now that the memory still perfumes,
Now that it still sways in a dream
The old bridge, the river, and the grove.

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face,
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flower,
She spilled elegance, and with each step left
Aroma of mixture she carried in her chest.

From the bridge to the grove
Her delicate foot takes her
Along the path that trembles
To the rhythm of her hips,
She gathered the laughter of the river breeze
And threw it to the wind from the bridge to the grove.

Let me tell you, limeña,
Oh, let me tell you, brunette, my thoughts
To see if you wake up from the dream,
From the dream that entertains, brunette, your feelings.

Inhale the elegance given by the cinnamon flower,
Adorn it with jasmines, enhancing its beauty,
Carpet the bridge anew and adorn the grove
So the river will match its step along the path.

Let no one know my suffering
Don't be surprised if I tell you what you were
Ungrateful to my poor heart,
Because the fire of your beautiful dark eyes
Lit the path to another love,
And to think that I adored you tenderly,
That by your side I felt like never before.

Love of my loves,
My queen,
What have you done to me,
That I can't
Be content without being able to see you,
Since you repaid so poorly my sincere love
What you will achieve
Is that I never mention you again.

Love of my loves,
If you stopped
Loving me,
There's no worry
That people
Will find out about it,
What do I gain by saying that a woman changed my luck,
They will mock me.
Let no one know my suffering.