Let me tell you, limeña
Let me tell you the glory
From the dream that recalls the memory
Of the old bridge, the river, the boulevard
Let me tell you, limeña
Now that it perfumes the memories
Now that it cradles in its dream
The old bridge of the river, and the boulevard
Jasmines on the hair and roses on the face
The Cinnamon's Flower walked freely
It spilled candidness and on its way, left
The smell of mixture, that in it chest was carrying
From the bridge to the boulevard
World, foot takes it
From the sidewalk that trembles
To the beat of its hips
Was collecting the river's wind laugh
And threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the boulevard
Let me tell you limeña, Hey!
Let me tell you, tanned girl, my thought
So you can wake up from the dream
The dream that entertains, tanned girl,
Your feelings
You breathe the candidness
The Cinnamon's flower gives
Decorated with jasmines
That matches with your beauty
You carpet the bridge again
And make beautiful the boulevard
The river adjusts to your step on the sidewalk
Jasmines in the hair
From the bridge to the boulevard