Translation of the song lyrics Chabuca, Limeña - Raphael

Chabuca, Limeña (original)

Te lo llevaste todo
El poncho y la guitarra
El verso y la palabra
La danza y la canción
Habrá que ver la fiesta
Del cielo que ahora pisas
Rodeada de tus incas
Que ansiaban oír tu voz
Aquí se marchitaron
Las rosas de tu pelo
Aquí ya no hay aromas
Se lo llevó tu adiós
Que el cielo nos devuelva
A chabuca enamorada
Del puente y la alameda
Del río y de la flor
Déjame que te cante
Chabuca limeña
Con versos de tu alma
Con sones de tu tierra
Déjame que te diga
Chabuca limeña
Que se quedó llorando
La flor de la canela
Te lo llevaste todo
El poncho y la guitarra
El verso y la palabra
La danza y la canción
Habrá que ver la fiesta
Del cielo que ahora pisas
Rodeada de tus incas
Que ansiaban oír tu voz
Aquí se marchitaron
Las rosas de tu pelo
Aquí ya no hay aromas
Se lo llevó tu adiós
Que el cielo nos devuelva
A chabuca enamorada
Del puente y la alameda
Del río y de la flor
Déjame que te cante
Chabuca limeña
Con versos de tu alma
Con sones de tu tierra
Déjame que te diga
Chabuca limeña
Que se quedó llorando
La flor de la canela
Déjame que te cante
Chabuca limeña
Con versos de tu alma
Con sones de tu tierra
Déjame que te diga
Chabuca limeña
Que se quedó llorando
La flor de la canela
Déjame que te cante
Chabuca limeña
Con versos de tu alma
Con sones de tu tierra

(translation)

you took it all
The poncho and the guitar
The verse and the word
The dance and the song
We will have to see the party
From the sky that you now step on
Surrounded by your Incas
who longed to hear your voice
Here they withered
The roses in your hair
Here there are no more aromas
Your goodbye took it away
Heaven give us back
a chabuca in love
Of the bridge and the mall
Of the river and of the flower
let me sing to you
chabuca limeña
With verses from your soul
With sounds of your land
Let me tell you
chabuca limeña
who was left crying
Cinnamon's flower
you took it all
The poncho and the guitar
The verse and the word
The dance and the song
We will have to see the party
From the sky that you now step on
Surrounded by your Incas
who longed to hear your voice
Here they withered
The roses in your hair
Here there are no more aromas
Your goodbye took it away
Heaven give us back
a chabuca in love
Of the bridge and the mall
Of the river and of the flower
let me sing to you
chabuca limeña
With verses from your soul
With sounds of your land
Let me tell you
chabuca limeña
who was left crying
Cinnamon's flower
let me sing to you
chabuca limeña
With verses from your soul
With sounds of your land
Let me tell you
chabuca limeña
who was left crying
Cinnamon's flower
let me sing to you
chabuca limeña
With verses from your soul
With sounds of your land