Paroles et traduction María Dolores Pradera - La Flor de la Canela (Remasterizado)

La Flor de la Canela (Remasterizado)

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 aun perdura el recuerdo,
Ahora que aun, se mece en un sueño,
El viejo puente del 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 sus caderas,
Recogía la risa, de la brisa del río, al viento la lanzaba,
Del puente a la alameda

Déjame que te cuente limeño, hay deja que te diga moreno,
Mis sentimiento, a ver si así despiertas del sueño,
Del sueño que entretiene moreno, tu pensamiento

Aspiras de la lisura, que da la flor de canela,
Adornada con jazmines, matizando su hermosura,
Alfombra de nuevo el punte, y engalana la alameda,
Que el río acompañara,. tus pasos, .por la vereda

Y recuerda que, ... Jazmines en el pelo, y rosas en la cara,
Airosa caminaba, la flor de la canelar, 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 sus caderas,
Recogía la risa, de la brisa del río, al viento la lanzaba, ...
Del puente a la alameda

La Flor de la Canela (Remastered)

Let me tell you, my dear Limeño, let me tell you the glory,
Of the dream, that memory evokes, of the old bridge,
Of the river, and the alameda

Let me tell you, my dear Limeño, now that the memory still lingers,
Now that it still sways in a dream,
The old bridge of the river and the alameda

Jasmines in her hair, and roses on her face, she walked gracefully,
The flower of cinnamon, spreading smoothness, and in her wake she left,
Aromas of a mixture, that she carried in her chest

From the bridge to the alameda, a tiny foot took her,
Along the path that trembled, to the rhythm of her hips,
She gathered the laughter, of the river breeze, and threw it to the wind,
From the bridge to the alameda

Let me tell you, my dear Limeño, please let me tell you, my dear Moreno,
My feelings, to see if in this way you awaken from the dream,
The dream that entertains, my dear Moreno, your thoughts

You breathe in the smoothness, that the flower of cinnamon gives,
Adorned with jasmines, shading her beauty,
Carpet the bridge anew, and brighten the alameda,
That the river may accompany .your steps., .along the path

And remember that... Jasmines in her hair, and roses on her face,
She walked gracefully, the flower of cinnamon, spread smoothness,
And in her wake she left, aromas of a mixture, that she carried in her chest

From the bridge to the alameda, a tiny foot took her,
Along the path that trembled, to the rhythm of her hips,
She gathered the laughter, of the river breeze, and threw it to the wind,...
From the bridge to the alameda