Granda: La Flor de la Canela - Juan Diego Flórez, David Gálvez, Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra

D?

jame que te cuente lime?

o

D?

jame que te diga la gloria

Del ensue?

o que evoca la memoria

Del viejo puente

Del r?

o y la alameda

D?

jame que te cuente lime?

o Ahora que a?

n perfuma el recuerdo

Ahora que a?

n se mece en un sue?

o El viejo puente, el r?

o 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 su cadera

Recog?

a la risa de la brisa del r?

o Y al viento la lanzaba

Del puente a la alameda

D?

jame que te cuente lime?

o Ay, deja que te diga

Moreno, mi pensamiento

A ver si as?

despiertas del sue?

o Del sue?

o que entretiene

Moreno, tu sentimiento

Aspira 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 r?

o acompasar?

Su 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

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 su cadera

Recog?

a la risa de la brisa del r?

o Y al viento la lanzaba

Del puente a la alameda

D?

jame tell you lime?

either

D?

let me tell you the glory

of the daydream

or that evokes memory

of the old bridge

Of r?

or and the mall

D?

jame tell you lime?

or Now what to?

n perfumes the memory

Now what to?

n rocked in a dream?

o The old bridge, the r?

or and the mall

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face

Airosa walked the cinnamon flower

She spilled smoothness and in her wake she left

aromas of mixture

That on her chest she carried

From the bridge to the mall

what a foot she wears

Along the sidewalk that shakes

To the beat of your hip

I picked up

to the laughter of the breeze of the r?

o And to the wind she threw it

From the bridge to the mall

D?

jame tell you lime?

o Oh, let me tell you

Moreno, my thought

Let's see if so?

do you wake up from the dream?

or from the dream?

or what entertains

Moreno, your feeling

Aspirates from the smoothness that gives the cinnamon flower

adorned with jasmine

nuanced its beauty

carpet back the bridge

and adorns the alameda

that the r?

or pace?

Your step along the sidewalk

And remember that

Jasmines in her hair and roses on her face

Airosa walked the cinnamon flower

She spilled smoothness and in her wake she left

Mistura aromas that she carried on her chest

From the bridge to the alameda she often takes her on foot

Along the sidewalk that shakes

To the beat of your hip

I picked up

to the laughter of the breeze of the r?

o And he threw it to the wind

From the bridge to the mall