La Flor De La Canela

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

Let me tell you, from Lima
Now that the memory still perfumes
Now that it still sways in a dream
The old bridge, the river, and the poplar

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of mixture that she carried in her chest

From the bridge to the poplar, her light step 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 poplar

Let me tell you, from Lima
Oh, let me tell you, dark-skinned one, my thoughts
Let's see if this way you wake up from the dream
The dream that entertains, dark-skinned one, your feelings

Breathe in the elegance given by the cinnamon flower
Adorned with jasmines enhancing her beauty
She carpets the bridge anew and adorns the poplar
As the river will match its pace along the path

And remember that

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of mixture that she carried in her chest

From the bridge to the poplar, her light step 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 poplar