Balada Para Mi Muerte

I'll die in Buenos Aires, it will be in the early morning
I'll quietly put away the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of spleen
I'll wrap the dawn around my shoulders for warmth
My second-to-last whiskey will remain untouched
My death, in love, will come tangentially
I'll be dead on the dot when it's six
Today that God stops dreaming of me
I'll go to my oblivion through Santa Fe
I know that on our corner you're already there
Drenched in sadness, down to your feet
Hold me tight because inside
I hear deaths, old deaths

Aggressing what I loved
My soul, let's go
The day is coming, don't cry
I'll die in Buenos Aires, it will be in the early morning
The hour when those who know how to die die
In my silence, the scented jinx will float
Of that verse that I never knew how to tell you
I'll 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'll die in Buenos Aires, it will be in the early morning
I'll quietly put away the things of living
My little poetry of goodbyes and bullets
My tobacco, my tango, my handful of spleen
I'll wrap the dawn around my shoulders for warmth
My second-to-last whiskey will remain untouched
My death, in love, will come tangentially
I'll be dead on the dot when it's six
When it's six, when it's six!