La Ultima Curda

Pity, bandoneon
My heart
Your hoarse, malevolent curse
Your tear of rum
Carries me
Towards the deep underworld
Where the mud rebels
I know, don't tell me! You're right!
Life is an absurd wound
And everything, everything is so fleeting
That it's just a binge, nothing more!
My confession

Tell me your sentence
Tell me your failure
Don't you see the pain
That has wounded me?
And simply talk to me
About that absent love
Behind a scrap of oblivion
I know it hurts me!
I know I hurt you
Crying my sermon of wine!

But it's the old love
That trembles, bandoneon
And seeks in the numbing liquor
The binge that in the end
Ends the show
Drawing a curtain on the heart
A little memory and tasteless
Your slow grumble drips
Your liquor swirls and drives
The troop of the left
When pouring the last binge
Close the window on me
Drag the sun
Its slow snail of sleep
Don't you see that I come from a country
That is always forgotten, always gray
After the alcohol?

Tell me your sentence
Tell me your failure
Don't you see the pain
That has wounded me?
And simply talk to me
About that absent love
Behind a scrap of oblivion
I know it hurts me!
I know I hurt you
Crying my sermon of wine!

But it's the old love
That trembles, bandoneon
And seeks in the numbing liquor
The binge that in the end
Ends the show
Drawing a curtain on the heart