Текст и перевод песни Yma Sumac - Flor de Canela (Cinnamon Flower) [Remastered]

Flor de Canela (Cinnamon Flower) [Remastered]

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 perdura el recuerdo,
Ahora que aún se mece 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
Aroma 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.
Aspiras 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.
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.
Aspiras 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.

Flor de Canela (Cinnamon Flower) [Remastered]

Let me tell you, dear Lima dweller,
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that evokes the memory
Of the old bridge, the river, and the park.
Let me tell you, dear Lima dweller,
Now that the memory still lingers,
Now that a dream still lingers,
The old bridge, the river, and the park.
Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face,
She walked with grace,
The cinnamon flower,
She spread sweetness and left in her wake
The aroma of the mixture she carried in her breast.
From the bridge to the park, her tiny feet
Carried 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 park.
Let me tell you, dear Lima dweller,
Oh, let me tell you, my dark-haired love, my thoughts.
To see if in this way you will awaken from your dream,
The dream that entertains you, my dark-haired love, your feelings.
You long for the sweetness that the cinnamon flower gives,
Adorned with jasmine that enhances her beauty,
Carpet the bridge anew and deck the park
That the river will keep pace with her steps along the path.
Let me tell you, dear Lima dweller,
Oh, let me tell you, my dark-haired love, my thoughts.
To see if in this way you will awaken from your dream,
The dream that entertains you, my dark-haired love, your feelings.
You long for the sweetness that the cinnamon flower gives,
Adorned with jasmine that enhances her beauty,
Carpet the bridge anew and deck the park
That the river will keep pace with her steps along the path.