Balada Para Mi Muerte

I will die in Buenos Aires
It will be early in the morning
I will meekly keep the things of living
My little poem of goodbyes, and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of splin
I'll put a coat on my shoulders
All dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death will come quickly, in love
I'll be dead, sharp, when it's six o'clock

Today God stops me from dreaming
I will forget myself and go through Santa Fe
I know that you are already in our corner
All sad down to my feet!
Hug me tight inside
I hear deaths, old deaths
Attacking what I loved
My soul, we are going
The day comes, don't cry!

I will die in Buenos Aires. It will be
Early morning
What is the hour in which those who die
They know how to die
The perfumed muffle will float in my silence
From that verse that I could never tell you
I will walk so many blocks, and there in the
France Square
Like the escaped shadows of a tired man
Ballet
My memories will go away down a white street
Repeating your name on tiptoe

I will die in Buenos Aires
It will be at dawn
I will meekly keep the things of living
My little poem of goodbyes, and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of splin
I will put on my shoulders, as a coat
All dawn
My penultimate whiskey will remain undrunk
My death in love will arrive tangamente
I'll be dead, on time, when they are
The six
When it's six o'clock
When it's six o'clock