La flor de la canela [English translation]

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