Carbon y Ramas Secas 2

The afternoon sleeps on the roofs
Smoke from a cigar that Gardel smokes
In the sweet liquor that wounds me wildly
In the scribbles I make on the tablecloth
And I'll wait and if you don't come back
Under the olive tree I will fall asleep
And I'll wait, in case you get lost
It will be my moon, your lit lantern

I give you my cape, my crimson cape
My sad smile raised on the branches
On the pennants, on the streamers
And I'll make you a poppy red dress

Sailor's lullaby, knot of cravings
That no one will love you as much as I do
If I could look into your eyes now
I was going to be writing this song here
I'll 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'll give you my gray horse
Coal, dry branches, I am in love
I want to forgive you, but I'm in no hurry
Excuse me for a moment, let me untangle myself

Help yourself to whatever you fancy in the meantime
I want to redeem you more without surprises

Triumph exudes a bitter taste
From the dry fruit of disenchantment
Laurel of triumph, bitter taste
From the dry fruit
From disenchantment