La Última Curda

The Last Drunkenness

La Última Curda

Pity, bandoneon,Lastima, bandoneón,
My heartMi corazon
Your hoarse, malevolent curse...Tu ronca maldición maleva...
Your tear of rumTu lágrima de ron
Carries meMe lleva
To the deep underworldHasta el hondo bajo fondo
Where the mud rebels.Donde el barro se subleva.
I know, don't tell me! You're right!¡Ya sé, no me digás! ¡tenés razón!
Life is an absurd wound,La vida es una herida absurda,
And everything is so fleetingY es todo tan fugaz
That it's just a drunkenness, nothing more!Que es una curda, ¡nada más!
My confession.Mi confesión.

Tell me your sentence,Contame tu condena,
Tell me your failure,Decime tu fracaso,
Can't you see the sorrow¿No ves la pena
That has wounded me?Que me ha herido?
And simply speak to meY hablame simplemente
Of that absent loveDe aquel amor ausente
Behind a scrap of oblivion.Tras un retazo del olvido.
I know I hurt you!¡Ya sé que te lastimo!
I know I harm you¡Ya se que te hago daño
Crying my sermon of wine!Llorando mi sermón de vino!

But it's the old lovePero es el viejo amor
That trembles, bandoneon,Que tiembla, bandoneón,
And seeks in the numbing liquorY busca en el licor que aturde,
The drunkenness that in the endLa curda que al final
Ends the showTermine la función
Drawing a curtain over the heart.Corriéndole un telón al corazón.
A bit of memory and bitternessUn poco de recuerdo y sinsabor
Drips your slow grumble.Gotea tu rezongo lerdo.
Your liquor swirls and drivesMarea tu licor y arrea
The troop of the leftLa tropilla de la zurda
When pouring the last drunkenness.Al volcar la última curda.
Close the windowCerrame el ventanal
That the sun burnsQue quema el sol
Its slow snail of dream,Su lento caracol de sueño,
Can't you see that I come from a country¿No ves que vengo de un país
That is always forgotten, always gray,Que está de olvido, siempre gris,
After the alcohol?...Tras el alcohol?...