Let me tell you about Lima
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that the memory evokes
Of the old bridge, of the river and the avenue

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
Airy walked the flower of cinnamon
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
Down the sidewalk that she shudders to the rhythm of her hip
She picked up the laughter from the river breeze
And in the wind she threw it from the bridge to the mall

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

Aspire from the smoothness that the cinnamon flower gives
Adorned with jasmine nuances its beauty
She carpets the bridge again and adorns the avenue
That the river will keep pace with her on the sidewalk

And she remembers that

Jasmine in her hair and roses in her face