Translation of the song lyrics La Flor de la Canela - Chavela Vargas

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