Bandido

The night opens its cloak to me,
Its cloak of white stars:
Comrade: I go to the mountains
Carrying my death on my back.

The wind and the earth are black,
Black the bread and black the wine;
If I go up to the mountains
The path will become even darker.

A white steel crowbar
Hangs on my side,
The rifle alert,
Tired steps, carrying sorrows
And wherever I go with the chain
Of this destiny upon my maimed self
The pain will go away.

Comrade: the night tangles
My black poncho in its crevices
But in all the shortcuts
A hidden rifle lurks.

Go to the village at dawn
When the shadow has not yet died
And where I hear that there is
A woman who calls me alone.

Tell her not to look for me,
To get used to it,
That I no longer exist,
That there in the mountains
When in the night
Lying on my back on the ground
I remember her
With all my soul,
With all my soul
I will cry for her.