Carbón Y Ramas Secas (Acústico) - Manolo Garcia

Sírvete entretanto

Lo que te apetezca

Redimirte quiero

Mas sin sobresaltos

Sobre los tejados se escapa la tarde

Humo de un cigarro que fuma Gardel

En el dulce licor que me hiere salvaje

En los garabatos que hago en el mantel

Y esperaré.

Y si no vuelves

Bajo el olivo me quedaré dormido

Esperaré por si te pierdes

Saldrá la luna, fanalico encendido

Te regalo mi capa

Mi capa de color grana

Mi triste sonrisa

Alzada en las ramas

En los gallardetes

En las banderolas

Yo te haré un vestido

De un rojo amapola

Nana del marinero

Nudo de antojos

Que nadie te amará tanto como yo

Si ahora pudiese estar mirando tus ojos

Iba a estar escribiendo aquí esta canción

Esperaré.

Y si no vuelves

Bajo el olivo me quedaré dormido

Y dormiré entre libros prohibidos

Al olvido de un tiempo que añoro

El que viví contigo

Mi caballo negro yo te lo regalo

Carbón, ramas secas al enamorado

Perdonarte quiero

Más no tengo prisa

Disculpa un momento

Que me desenredo

Sírvete entretanto

Lo que te apetezca

Redimirme quiero

Mas sin sobresaltos

Tuyo es el triunfo, sabor amargo

Del seco fruto del desencanto

Laurel del triunfo, sabor amargo

Del seco fruto del desencanto

help yourself in the meantime

whatever you fancy

I want to redeem you

More smoothly

Over the rooftops the afternoon slips away

Smoke from a cigarette smoked by Gardel

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

I'll wait in case you get lost

The moon will rise, fanalico on

I give you my cape

My maroon cape

my sad smile

raised in the branches

in pennants

in the banners

I will make you a dress

of a red poppy

sailor's lullaby

knot of cravings

That no one will love you as much as I do

If now I could be looking at your eyes

I was going to 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 sleep among forbidden books

To the forgetfulness of a time that I miss

The one who lived with you

My black horse I give it to you

Coal, dry branches to the lover

I want to forgive you

I'm not in a hurry anymore

excuse me for a moment

that I unravel

help yourself in the meantime

whatever you fancy

redeem myself I want

More smoothly

Yours is the triumph, bitter taste

Of the dry fruit of disenchantment

Laurel of triumph, bitter taste

Of the dry fruit of disenchantment