La Última Curda

Pity bandoneon, my heart
your hoarse tough curse
your tear of rum takes 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 so fleeting
it's just a binge
my confession

Tell me your sentence
tell me your failure
can'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 I hurt you
I know I harm you
crying my sermon of wine
but it's the old love
that trembles bandoneon
and looks for a liquor to numb
the binge that in the end
terminates the show
pulling the curtain, on the heart

A bit of memory and bitterness
drips your slow grumble
drives your liquor
and herds the left-handed herd
when pouring the last binge

Close the window
that drags the sun
its slow snail of dreams
can't you see I come from a country
that is forgotten
always gray, after the alcohol