Milonga de Manuel Flores

For others the fever
And the sweat of agony
And for me, four bullets
When the day is breaking

Manuel Flores is going to die
That's common currency
Dying is a habit
That people know how to have

Tomorrow the bullet will come
And with the bullet: Forgetfulness
The wise Merlin said it
To die is to have been born

And yet it's hard for me
To say goodbye to life
That thing so usual
So sweet and so familiar

I look at my hand in the dawn
I look at the veins in the hand
I look at them strangely
As if they were foreign

How many things these eyes
Must have seen on their journey!
Who knows what they will see
After Christ judges me

For others the fever
And the sweat of agony
And for me, four bullets
When the day is breaking