Girl from Lima that you've got a soul
Of tradition,
The castanets ring
From your heel.
Pace by pace you are walking
On the pavement which is sounding,
As if it were a musical string low-pitched,
Rhythms of marinera
With your heel.
Little sweet mouth,
Silk skin,
Magnolia who has escaped
From the grove.
And in your smile
There's a handkerchief
Which being in love
Gets to the sky,
Perfumed of jasmine,
To dance marineras
In San Martín.
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