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 perfuma el recuerdo
Ahora que aún mece en su 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 mixtura que en el pecho llevaba
Del puente a la alameda
Menundo 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
Tus sentimientos
Aspiras de la lisura
Que da la flor de canela
Adornada con jazmines
Matizando tu hermosura
Alfombras de nuevo el puente
Y engalanas la alameda
que el río acompasara tu paso por la vereda
Y recuerda que, 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 mixtura que en el pecho llevaba
Del puente a la alameda
Menundo 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

Let me tell you, 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, Lima
Now that the memory still perfumes
Now that he still rocks in his sleep
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
Aroma of a mixture that she wore on her breast
From the bridge to the mall
Menundo foot takes her
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, Lima ay!
Let my thought tell you dark
Let's see if you wake up from the dream like that
Of the dream that entertains, brown
Your feelings
Aspirates the smoothness
What gives the cinnamon flower
Garnished with jasmine
Nuancing your beauty
Carpets again the bridge
And you decorate the mall
that the river will accompany your passage along the sidewalk
And remember that, jasmine in the hair and roses in the face
Airy walked the flower of cinnamon
She poured smoothness and as she passed she left
Aroma of a mixture that she wore on her breast
From the bridge to the mall
Menundo foot takes her
Along the sidewalk that shudders
To the rhythm of your hip
I picked up the laughter from the river breeze
And he threw her from the bridge to the mall in the wind