Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Flor de La Canela, artist - Caetano Veloso.
Date of issue: 20.09.2000
Song language: Spanish
La Flor de La Canela(original) |
Déjame que te cuente limeño |
Déjame que te diga la gloria |
Del ensueño que evoca la memoria |
Del viejo puente, del río y la alameda |
Déjame que te cuente limeño |
Ahora que aún perfuma el recuerdo |
Ahora que aún se mece en un sueño |
El viejo puente, el río y la alameda |
Jazmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara |
Airosa caminaba la flor de la canela |
Derramaba lisura y a su paso dejaba |
Aromas de mistura que en el pecho llevaba |
Del puente a la alameda menudo pie la lleva |
Por la vereda que se estremece al ritmo de su cadera |
Recogía la risa de la brisa del río |
Y al viento la lanzaba del puente a la alameda |
Déjame que te cuente limeño |
Ay, deja que te diga, moreno, mi pensamiento |
A ver si así despiertas del sueño |
Del sueño que entretiene, moreno, tu sentimiento |
Aspira de la lisura que da la flor de la canela |
Adornada con jazmines matizando su hermosura; |
Alfombra de nuevo el puente y engalana la alameda |
Que el río acompasará su paso por la vereda |
Y recuerda que… |
Jazmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara |
Airosa caminaba la flor de la canela |
Derramaba lisura y a su paso dejaba |
Aromas de mistura que en el pecho llevaba |
Del puente a la alameda menudo pie la lleva |
Por la vereda que se estremece al ritmo de su cadera |
Recogía la risa de la brisa del río |
Y al viento la lanzaba del puente a la alameda |
(translation) |
Let me tell you limeño |
let me tell you the glory |
Of the dream that evokes memory |
Of the old bridge, the river and the alameda |
Let me tell you limeño |
Now that the memory still perfumes |
Now that she still rocks in a dream |
The old bridge, the river and the alameda |
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face |
Airosa walked the cinnamon flower |
She spilled smoothness and in her wake she left |
Mistura aromas that she carried on her chest |
From the bridge to the alameda she often takes her on foot |
Along the sidewalk that she shakes to the rhythm of her hip |
She picked up laughter from the river breeze |
And to the wind she threw it from the bridge to the alameda |
Let me tell you limeño |
Oh, let me tell you, Moreno, my thoughts |
Let's see if that's how you wake up from sleep |
Of the dream that entertains, brown, your feeling |
Aspirates from the smoothness that gives the cinnamon flower |
She adorned with jasmine shading her beauty; |
She carpets the bridge again and adorns the mall |
That the river will pace her passage along the sidewalk |
And she remembers that... |
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face |
Airosa walked the cinnamon flower |
She spilled smoothness and in her wake she left |
Mistura aromas that she carried on her chest |
From the bridge to the alameda she often takes her on foot |
Along the sidewalk that shakes to the rhythm of your hip |
She picked up laughter from the river breeze |
And to the wind he threw it from the bridge to the alameda |