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 by 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 by the river and the poplar

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face
Gracefully walked the Cinnamon Flower
She spilled elegance and left in her wake
A scent of mixture that she carried in her chest

From the bridge to the poplar, her light step takes her
On the path that trembles to the rhythm
Of her hips, she gathered the laughter of the breeze
from the river 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, my thoughts
To see if you wake up from the dream, the dream
that entertains, dark-skinned, your feelings

Breathe in the elegance that the Cinnamon Flower gives
Adorned with jasmines enhancing her beauty
Once again, she carpets the bridge, and adorns the poplar
May the river match your step on the path