Milonga Para Una Niña

(milonga)

He who has lived in pain,
because of a bad love,
finds nothing better,
than to sing and think.
And if he was calculating,
what fault he could have,
when he sees that a woman,
does not know obligations,
he consoles himself with songs,
and forgets to love.

That's why girl I ask you,
not to hold a grudge against me,
I cannot give you love,
nor can you give me forgetfulness.
I know that in any carelessness,
I was going to stumble against the ground,
and even if you offer me comfort,
I cannot accept it,
I can teach you to fly,
but not follow your flight.

I cannot give you,
a heart that is extinguished;
when the one next to it fails,
there is nothing to talk about.
There is a way of loving,
that is a way of conscience;
there is a love that is patience,
and another that is just a scent.
Which love could I give you,
who loved your innocence?

When I see you again,
we won't be able to smile,
I prefer to see you leave,
as I saw you arrive.
When you think again,
that once I knew you,
and just because,
I composed a song for you,
it will sing in your heart,
the little I gave you.