LA FLOR DE LA CANELA [English translation]
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
- Artist:Juan Diego Flórez