Carbon y Ramas Secas 2

On the rooftops the afternoon falls asleep.
Smoke from a cigarette that Gardel smokes.
In the sweet liquor that wounds me wild,
in the doodles I make on the tablecloth.
And I will wait. And if you don't come back,
under the olive tree I will fall asleep.
And I will wait, in case you get lost.
My moon will be your lit lantern.
I give you my cape, my crimson-colored cape.
My sad smile raised in the branches,
in the streamers, in the banners.
And I make you a dress of a red poppy.
Sailor's lullaby, knot of whims,
that no one will love you as much as I do.
If I could be looking into your eyes now,
I would be writing this song here.
I will wait. And if you don't come back,
under the olive tree I will fall asleep
and I will live other forbidden lives.
To the oblivion of the time I long for.
The one I lived with you. I give you my dapple horse.
Coal, dry branches. I am in love.
I want to forgive you but I'm not in a hurry.
Excuse me for a moment, let me untangle myself.
Help yourself in the meantime to whatever you like.
I want to redeem you but without alarms.
Distill the triumph with a bitter taste.
From the dry fruit of disappointment.
Laurel of triumph, bitter taste of the dry fruit
of disappointment.