La Ultima Curda
Enrique Bunbury
The Last Binge
The Last Binge
Pity, accordion,
my heart...
your hoarse tough curse.
Your tear of booze takes me
down to the deep, dark depths,
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
- nothing more!-
my confession!...
Tell me your sentence,
tell me your failure,
.... can't you see the pain
that has wounded me?...
And just talk to me
about that absent love
through a scrap
of forgetfulness...
I know you hurt me!...
I know I hurt you
crying my wine sermon!...
But it's the old love
that trembles, accordion,
and seeks in a numbing liquor
the binge that in the end
ends the show
pulling a curtain
down on the heart!...
A bit of memory
and bitterness
drips from your slow grumble.
Your liquor swirls and drives
the left-handed herd
when pouring out the last binge...
Close the window on me,
the sun burns
its slow snail of dreams...
don't you see I come from a country
that is always forgotten, gray, after the alcohol.
