La Ultima Curda

Pity bandoneon, my heart
your hoarse malevolent curse
your tear of rum takes me
to the deep underworld
where the mud rebels
I know, don't tell me you're right
life is an absurd wound
and everything, everything is so fleeting
that it's just a drunkenness, nothing more
my confession.

Tell me your sentence
tell me your failure
don'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 it hurts me
I know it hurts me
crying my sermon of wine
but it's the old love
that trembles, bandoneon
and seeks in the liquor that dulls
the drunkenness that in the end
ends the show
pulling a curtain
over the heart.

A little memory and bitterness
drips your slow grumble
drives your liquor and herds
the troop of the left
when pouring the last drunkenness.
Close the window on me, as the sun drags
its slow snail of dream
you see that I come from a country
that is always gray with oblivion
after the alcohol.