LA FLOR DE LA CANELA [English translation]

Let me tell you native of Lima

Let me tell you the glory

Of the reverie that evokes the memory

Of the old bridge

Of the river and the walk

Let me tell you, native of Lima

Now that the memory still perfumes

Now that in a dream still sway

The old bridge, the river and the walk

With jasmines in her hair and roses in her face

The cinnamon flower walked gracefully

She poured out suavity and her passage left

Aromas of a bouquet of flowers

That she wore in her bosom

From the bridge to the walk

A tiny footfall she had

Along the pavement that trembled

With the rhythm of her hip

She gathered the laughter of the river's breeze

And she cast it to the wind

From the the bridge to the walk

Let me tell you, native of Lima

Oh, let me tell you

Dark one, my thought

To see if thus you awaken from the dream

From the dream that occupies

Dark one, your consciousness

Breathe with the smoothness with which

The cinnamon flower does

Adorned with jasmines

Blending with her loveliness

Carpet the bridge again

And adorn the walk

For the river will mark the rhythm

Of her passage along the pavement

And remember that

With jasmines in her hair and roses in her face

The cinnamon flower walked gracefully

She poured out suavity and her passage left

Aromas of a bouquet of flowers

That she wore in her bosom

From the bridge to the walk

A tiny footfall she had

Along the pavement that trembled

With the rhythm of her hip

She gathered the laughter of the river's breeze

And she cast it to the wind

From the bridge to the walk