La flor de la canela [English translation]

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

• Artist:Chabuca Granda