La Última Curda
Roberto Goyeneche
The Last Drunk
What a pity bandoneon, my heart
Your hoarse malevolent curse
Your tear of rum takes me
Towards 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 drunk, nothing more
My confession
Tell me
Your sentence
Tell me about 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 hurt you
Crying my sermon of wine
But it's the old love
That trembles, bandoneon
And seeks in the liquor that numbs
The drunk that in the end
Ends the show
Drawing a curtain
On the heart
A little bit of memory and bitterness
Drips your slow grumbling
Your liquor swirls and drives
The troop of the left-handed
When pouring the last drunk
Close the window, that drags the sun
Its slow snail of dream
Don't you see that I come from a country
That is always gray from oblivion
After the alcohol
Tell me your sentence
Tell me about 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 hurt you
Crying my sermon of wine
But it's the old love
That trembles, bandoneon
And seeks in the liquor that numbs
The drunk that in the end
Ends the show
Drawing a curtain
On the heart
