La Última Curda

What a shame, bandoneon, my heart,
Your gruff wicked curse
Your tear of rum takes me
To the deep underworld
Where the mud rises.

I know, don’t tell me, you’re right,
Life is an absurd wound
And it’s all, all so fleeting
That it’s just a drunk, nothing more,
My confession.

Tell me your sentence, share your failure,
Can’t you see the pain I’m feeling,
And just talk to me
About that absent love
That’s a scrap of forgetfulness.
I know I hurt you, I know I cause you pain
With my wine sermon,
But it’s the old love that trembles, bandoneon,
Searching in a liquor that numbs
The drunk that in the end
Ends the show
Pulling down a curtain
On the heart.

A bit of memory and tasteless
Drips its slow lament,
Your liquor sways and drives the left-handed herd
As it spills the last drunk.
Shut the window that burns in the sun
Its slow snail of dreams
Can’t you see I come from a place
That’s forgotten, always gray,
Behind the alcohol.