Lyrics of Granda: La Flor de la Canela - Juan Diego Flórez, David Gálvez, Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra

Granda: La Flor de la Canela (original)

D?
jame que te cuente lime?
o
D?
jame que te diga la gloria
Del ensue?
o que evoca la memoria
Del viejo puente
Del r?
o y la alameda
D?
jame que te cuente lime?
o Ahora que a?
n perfuma el recuerdo
Ahora que a?
n se mece en un sue?
o El viejo puente, el r?
o 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
Recog?
a la risa de la brisa del r?
o Y al viento la lanzaba
Del puente a la alameda
D?
jame que te cuente lime?
o Ay, deja que te diga
Moreno, mi pensamiento
A ver si as?
despiertas del sue?
o Del sue?
o 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 r?
o acompasar?
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
Recog?
a la risa de la brisa del r?
o Y al viento la lanzaba
Del puente a la alameda

(translation)

D?
jame tell you lime?
either
D?
let me tell you the glory
of the daydream
or that evokes memory
of the old bridge
Of r?
or and the mall
D?
jame tell you lime?
or Now what to?
n perfumes the memory
Now what to?
n rocked in a dream?
o The old bridge, the r?
or and the mall
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face
Airosa walked the cinnamon flower
She spilled smoothness and in her wake she left
aromas of mixture
That on her chest she carried
From the bridge to the mall
what a foot she wears
Along the sidewalk that shakes
To the beat of your hip
I picked up
to the laughter of the breeze of the r?
o And to the wind she threw it
From the bridge to the mall
D?
jame tell you lime?
o Oh, let me tell you
Moreno, my thought
Let's see if so?
do you wake up from the dream?
or from the dream?
or what entertains
Moreno, your feeling
Aspirates from the smoothness that gives the cinnamon flower
adorned with jasmine
nuanced its beauty
carpet back the bridge
and adorns the alameda
that the r?
or pace?
Your step along the sidewalk
And remember 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 beat of your hip
I picked up
to the laughter of the breeze of the r?
o And he threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the mall