Homenaje a Federico

In the little olive groves, girl
I wait for you
With a jug of wine
And homemade bread.

Oh, how hard it is for me
To love you as I do,
For your love hurts the air,
The heart, and the hat.

Who would buy from me
This feeling I carry
And this sadness of thread,
White thread for making handkerchiefs.

I carry the 'no' you gave me
In the palm of my hand,
Like a wax lemon,
Like a lemon, lemon,
Almost white.

Night of four moons
And a single tree,
At the tip of a needle
My love is dancing.

Under an orange tree the candle
Is full of cotton,
The leaves are green
And love is violet,
Oh love, oh love, oh love,
Under a blooming orange tree.

The water in the irrigation ditch
Was full of sun,
And in the little olive grove
A sparrow sang,
Oh love, oh love, oh love,
Under an orange tree, a flower.

He lay dead in the street
With a dagger in his chest
And no one knows him.