La Muerte Pobre

Tell me the time,
it's time to go

all the earth.
where I'm going
has known me for a long time
and sees how the neighborhood
walks on the mud

Mud and misfortune
is the sentence and the fate
of my brothers, the usual ones!
and even though my girls
don't want me to leave
I must do it now
walking...

going, no, I won't be able
I leave sadness in my steps
I leave death in your hands
and I drag my insides

the earth awaits me
it always has
for countless years,
and has sheltered my foolish verses
the ones I'm leaving behind today in this place:
the evil...

Oh, how much land to sow!
and thus soothe my pain
and drag my insides