La Flor De La Canela

The Cinnamon Flower

La Flor De La Canela

Let me tell you, from LimaDéjame que te cuente limeño
Let me tell you about the gloryDéjame que te diga la gloria
Of the dream that evokes the memoryDel ensueño que evoca la memoria
Of the old bridgeDel viejo puente
Of the river and the promenadeDel río y la alameda

Let me tell you, from LimaDéjame que te cuente limeño
Now that the memory still perfumesAhora que aún perfuma el recuerdo
Now that it still sways in a dreamAhora que aún se mece en un sueño
The old bridge, the river, and the promenadeEl viejo puente, el río y la alameda

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her faceJazmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flowerAirosa caminaba la flor de la canela
She spilled elegance and left behindDerramaba lisura y a su paso dejaba
Aromas of mixtureAromas de mistura
That she carried in her chestQue en el pecho llevaba

From the bridge to the promenadeDel puente a la alameda
Her small foot takes herMenudo pie la lleva
Along the path that tremblesPor la vereda que se estremece
To the rhythm of her hipsAl ritmo de su cadera
She picked up the laughter of the river breezeRecogía la risa de la brisa del río
And threw it to the windY al viento la lanzaba
From the bridge to the promenadeDel puente a la alameda

Let me tell you, from LimaDéjame que te cuente limeño
Oh, let me tell youAy, deja que te diga
Dark-skinned one, my thoughtsMoreno, mi pensamiento
To see if you wake up from the dreamA ver si así despiertas del sueño
The dream that entertainsDel sueño que entretiene
Dark-skinned one, your feelingsMoreno, tu sentimiento

Inhale the elegance givenAspira de la lisura que da
By the cinnamon flowerLa flor de la canela
Adorned with jasminesAdornada con jazmines
Enhancing her beautyMatizando su hermosura
She carpets the bridge anewAlfombra de nuevo el puente
And adorns the promenadeY engalana la alameda
That the river will accompanyQue el río acompasará
Her steps along the pathSu paso por la vereda

And remember thatY recuerda que

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her faceJazmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara
Gracefully walked the cinnamon flowerAirosa caminaba la flor de la canela
She spilled elegance and left behindDerramaba lisura y a su paso dejaba
Aromas of mixture that she carried in her chestAromas de mistura que en el pecho llevaba

From the bridge to the promenade her small foot takes herDel puente a la alameda menudo pie la lleva
Along the path that tremblesPor la vereda que se estremece
To the rhythm of her hipsAl ritmo de su cadera
She picked up the laughter of the river breezeRecogía la risa de la brisa del río
And threw it to the windY al viento la lanzaba
From the bridge to the promenadeDel puente a la alameda