La flor de la canela [English translation]

Let me tell you, limeña

Let me tell you the glory

From the dream that recalls the memory

Of the old bridge, the river, the boulevard

Let me tell you, limeña

Now that it perfumes the memories

Now that it cradles in its dream

The old bridge of the river, and the boulevard

Jasmines on the hair and roses on the face

The Cinnamon's Flower walked freely

It spilled candidness and on its way, left

The smell of mixture, that in it chest was carrying

From the bridge to the boulevard

World, foot takes it

From the sidewalk that trembles

To the beat of its hips

Was collecting the river's wind laugh

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

So you can wake up from the dream

The dream that entertains, tanned girl,

Your feelings

You breathe the candidness

The Cinnamon's flower gives

Decorated with jasmines

That matches with your beauty

You carpet the bridge again

And make beautiful the boulevard

The river adjusts to your step on the sidewalk

Jasmines in the hair

From the bridge to the boulevard

• Artist:Yma Sumac
• Album:Fuego del Ande 1959