Let me tell you, limeña
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that evokes from memory
Of the old bridge, the river, the boulevard
Let me tell you, limeña
What still perfumes the memories
What still cradles in its dream
The old river bride and the boulevard
Jasmines in her hair and roses in her face
Airily walked the Cinnamon's Flower
Spilling candidness and on her way leaving
The mixture of aroma that her bosom carried
From the bridge to the boulevard
The world by her feet she’s taken
From the sidewalk that trembles
To the beat of her hips
Gathering the laughter from the river's breeze
And to the wind would thrust it
From the bridge to the boulevard
Let me tell you limeña, Hey!
Let me tell you, tanned girl, my thought
To see if from the dream you awaken
The dream that entertains, tanned girl,
Your sentiments
Inhaled from the candidness
That the Cinnamon's flower gives
Decorated with jasmines
Coordinating with your beauty
You carpet the bridge once more
And you adorn the boulevard
The river adjusts to your step on the sidewalk
Jasmines in the hair
From the bridge to the boulevard