La Nana de L'antonio

Today Antonio has died
A scoundrel, a buffoon
A delinquent, a troublemaker
An old vicious and a big drunkard
An element of bad life
There was calm at the wake
There was calm in the morgue
Tense calm, sad calm
An influx of visitors
And a bunch of suffering people

And a police sergeant
Entered the police station
And explained to the commissioner
That Antonio had died
One less bastard
But deep down they knew very well
That Antonio was a good man
He was a patron, a Robin Hood
Fallen into sorrow
Mistakenly put into the world

It's Antonio's lullaby
The last of the lullabies
Lullaby of the deceased
The lullaby of old Antonio
Of eternal rest and peace
Lullaby of repose

So many people crying today
Alleged friends and loves
So many distraught people
His mere presence
Overwhelmed incandescence

Sixteen whores were left
Jobless, condemned
To crawl through the dirtiest streets
In the world
Antonio took care of them
And protected and loved them
And exploited them with such grace
When there is love, work goes well

It's the lullaby of the troublemaker
Of Antonio's troublemaker
Lullaby of sleep

The poor man suddenly left
From a sudden heart attack
He went to the world of the dead
To fill the cemetery
With one more rotting there today
And Ernest, the homosexual
At sixteen, committed suicide
Without Antonio, this life
Was a pain in the ass
He died hanging
Without the dick of the great man
Without love, without caresses
No gifts, no joy
Without the old man
He couldn't, he was dying

And it's the lullaby of the faggot
Of Antonio's faggot
Lullaby of peace

And a fleet of creatures
Disturbed in childhood
In the flesh of reformatories
Today they are left without a father
To him, they were all his children

Happy and grateful children
Who stole but studied
Who did drugs but read
Little delinquents who over time
Could have a great career

Today that good man has died
Who was loved by fools
And by women of more than discreet morals
And the drug dealers
And the lawyers
Who offered alcohol to the poor
And gave raincoats
To the old exhibitionists
And gave drugs to the children
Without interest

And it's the lullaby of the patron
Of Antonio's patron
Lullaby of rest

We are in mid-November
And a warm winter is coming
Of haze, smoke, and clouds
Of discreet storms
Of garbage and filth

Today it seems like it's going to rain
But it doesn't rain, and I don't think it will
The sun shines in the cemetery
It's hot, the cement is dry
Sealing the tomb

Another tombstone closes
Another niche is filled
Two gravediggers in a hurry
There is work to be done
There is work to be given and sold

And it's Antonio's lullaby
It's the lullaby of lullabies
Lullaby of the end

The lullaby of old Antonio
Long life to Antonio
And a kiss for him.