I Love These Lyrics

Translated from the Tango "La última Curda"


Bandoneon, it hurts
my heart
your hoarse transgressor’s curse…
Your tear of rum
leads me
Into the deep low underground
where mud revolts.
I know, don’t tell me! You’re right!
Life is an absurd wound,
and all it’s so fleeting
that is drunkenness, nothing else!
my confession.

Tell me about your sentence,
tell me about your failure,
Don’t you see the sorrow
that has hurt me?
And talk to me plainly
of that absent love
after a piece of forgetfulness.
I know I hurt you!
I know that I harm you
crying my sermon of wine!

But it’s the old love
that shivers, bandoneon,
and looks in the liquor that stuns,
the drunkenness that at the end
end the show
dropping a curtain over the heart.
A little memory and distaste
your dull grumble drips.
Your liquor intoxicates and rustles
the herd of the heart
into the last drunkenness.
Shut the window
that the sun drags
its slow snail of sleep,
Can’t you see I come from a country
that’s forgetful, always gray,
after alcohol? …