La flor de la canela [English translation]

The Cinnamon Flower

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 still it perfumes the memories

Now that still it sways in its dream

The old bridge, the river, and the boulevard

Jasmines in the hair and roses on the face

The Cinnamon Flower walked airily

She spilled candidness and on her way, she left

The aroma of mixture that she carried in her bosom

From the bridge to the boulevard

Her tiny feet have taken her

Along the sidewalk that trembles

To the beat of her hips

She gathered the laughter

from the river’s breeze

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

To see if you wake up from the dream

The dream that entertains, tanned girl,

Your feelings

Breathe in the smoothness that

The Cinnamon Flower gives

Decorated with jasmines

Coordinating with her beauty

Carpet the bridge again

And embellish the boulevard

For the river will mark the rhythm

Of her walking along the sidewalk

And remember that

Jasmines in the hair and roses on the face

The Cinnamon Flower walked airily

She spilled candidness and on her way, she left

The aroma of mixture that she carried in her bosom

From the bridge to the boulevard

Her tiny feet have taken her

Along the sidewalk that trembles

To the beat 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