Let me tell you, Limeña
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that evokes the memory
Of the old bridge, the river, and the boulevard
Let me tell you, Limeña
Now that it still perfumes your memories
Now that you still sway in its dream
The old bridge, the river, and the boulevard
Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face
The Cinnamon Flower walked airily
Spilling candidly on her way, leaving
The mixed aroma that she carried in her bosom
From the bridge to the boulevard
Her tiny feet carried her
Along the sidewalk that trembles
To the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter
from the river’s breeze
And threw it into the wind
From the bridge to the boulevard
Let me tell you, Limeña, Hey!
Let me tell you, tanned girl, my thought
To see if you wake from the dream,
The dream that entertains, tanned girl,
Your senses
Breathe in the smoothness
The Cinnamon Flower gives
Decorated with jasmine
Adorned with her beauty
Carpet again the bridge
And decorate the boulevard
Where the river marks the rhythm
Of her walking along the sidewalk
And remember the
Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face
How the Cinnamon Flower walked airily
Spilling candidly on her way, leaving
The mixed aroma she carried in her bosom
From the bridge to the boulevard
Her tiny feet have carried her
Along the sidewalk that trembles
To the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter
from the river’s breeze
And threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the boulevard