Let me tell you about Lima
Now that the memory still perfumes
Now that it still rocks in a dream
The old bridge, the river and the avenue

Jasmine in her hair and roses in her face
The cinnamon flower walked airy
She poured smoothness and as she passed she left
Aromas of mixture
That she wore on her chest

From the bridge to the mall
What a foot it takes
Along the sidewalk that shudders
To the rhythm of your hip
She picked up the laughter from the river breeze
And to the wind she threw it
From the bridge to the mall

Let me tell you about Lima
Ay, let me tell you
Moreno, my thought
Let's see if you wake up from the dream like that
Of the dream that entertains
Moreno, your feeling

Aspire from the smoothness that she gives
Cinnamon's flower
Garnished with jasmine
Qualifying its beauty
Carpet the bridge again
And she decks the mall
That the river will keep pace
I pass her on the sidewalk

And she remembers that

Jasmine in her hair and roses in her face
The cinnamon flower walked airy
She poured smoothness and as she passed she left
Aromas of mixture that she carried on her breast

From the bridge to the avenue, often foot takes her
Along the sidewalk that shudders
To the rhythm of your hip
She picked up the laughter from the river breeze
And he threw it into the wind
From the bridge to the mall