Balada Para Mi Muerte

I will die in Buenos Aires
It will be early morning
I will gently put away the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of splin
I will put on my shoulders, for warmth
All the dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death in love will tangentially arrive
I will be dead on the dot when it's six

Today that God lets me dream
I will go to my oblivion through Santa Fe
I know that in our corner you are already there
All in sadness down to your feet!
Hug me tightly because inside
I hear deaths, old deaths
Attacking what I loved
My soul, let's go
The day is coming, don't cry!

I will die in Buenos Aires. It will be
Early morning
Which is the time when those who
Know how to die
In my scented silence will float
That verse I could never tell you
I will walk so many blocks and there in the
Plaza Francia
Like shadows escaped from a tired
Ballet
Repeating your name on a white street
Memories will leave me on tiptoes

I will die in Buenos Aires
It will be early morning
I will gently put away the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of splin
I will put on my shoulders, for warmth
All the dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death in love will tangentially arrive
I will be dead on the dot when it's
Six
When it's six
When it's six