Balada Para Mi Muerte

I will die in Buenos Aires, it will be early morning
I will quietly keep the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of spleen

I will put on my shoulders, as a coat, all the dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death in love will come tangentially
I will be dead on time, when it's six

Today that God stops dreaming of me
I will go to my oblivion through Santa Fe
I know that in our corner you are already there
Full of 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
It's the hour when those who know how to die die
In my silence will float the perfumed jinx
Of that verse that I never knew how to tell you

I will walk so many blocks and there in Plaza Francia
Like shadows escaped from a tired ballet
Repeating your name on a white street
Memories will slip away on tiptoes

I will die in Buenos Aires, it will be early morning
I will quietly keep the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of spleen

I will put on my shoulders, as a coat, all the dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death in love will come tangentially
I will be dead on time, when it's six
When it's six, when it's six