Limeña que tienes almade tradición,repican las castañuelasde tu tacón,pasito a paso vas caminandopor la vereda que va entonando,como si fuera un bordón,compases de marineracon tu tacón.
Boquita de caramelo,cutis de seda,magnolia que se ha escapadode la alameda.Y en tu sonrisahay un pañueloque enamoradollega hasta el cielo,perfumado de jazmín,para bailar marineraspor San Martín.(se repite)
Girl from Lima that you've got a soulOf tradition,The castanets ringFrom your heel.Pace by pace you are walkingOn the pavement which is sounding,As if it were a musical string low-pitched,Rhythms of marineraWith your heel.
Little sweet mouth,Silk skin,Magnolia who has escapedFrom the grove.And in your smileThere's a handkerchiefWhich being in loveGets to the sky,Perfumed of jasmine,To dance marinerasIn San Martín.(x2)