Let me tell you limeno,
Let me tell you the glory
Of the dream that evokes memory
Of the old bridge, the river and the avenue.
Let me tell you limeno,
Now that the memory still perfumes,
Now that it still rocks in a dream,
The old bridge, the river and the avenue.
Jasmines in the hair and roses in the face,
Airosa walked the cinnamon flower,
She shed smoothness and left in her wake
Aromas of mixture that she carried in her chest.
From the bridge to the mall, what a foot carries her
On the path that shakes to the rhythm of his hips.
He collected the laughter of the river breeze
And he threw it into the wind from the bridge to the mall.
Let me tell you count limeno,
Oh, let me tell you, dark-skinned, my thought,
Let's see if this is how you wake up from the dream,
From the dream that entertains, dark-skinned, your feeling.
Aspire of the smoothness that the cinnamon flower gives,
Adorned with jasmines qualifying its beauty;
It carpets the bridge again and adorns the avenue
May the river pace its passage along the path. br/>And remember that...
Jasmine in her hair and roses on her face,
Airosa walked the cinnamon flower,
She shed smoothness and left behind
Aromas of misture that she carried on her chest.
From the bridge to the mall, what foot carries her
Along the path that shakes to the rhythm of her hip.
She picked up the laughter of the river breeze
br/>And he threw it into the wind from the bridge to the mall.

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