Lyrics
The end will come in Buenos Aires
It will be early in the morning
I'll gather up around me all the things that mark my life
My pitiful poetry of hail and of farewell
My tobacco, my tango
My fistful of regret
Shrugging over my shoulders the coat of the morning
That last glass of whiskey won't reach my lips
My last partner in dance, the arms that enfold me
The fate that awaits me will be here right on time
Though the gods will steal away my dreams
I'll make my way to Santa Fe
You'll be waiting for me on the street
Melancholy glances cast my way
Hold me close, I fear I feel the death, the ancient death
Come to take everything that I once loved away
Oh, my dear
Now we should go
We'll take our leave
Cry no tears
The end will come in Buenos Aires
It will be just at daybreak
I'll gather up around me all the things that mark my life
My pitiful poetry of hail and of farewell
My tobacco, my tango
My fistful of regret
Shrugging over my shoulders the coat of the morning
This last glass of whiskey won't pass my lips
And lightly I'll dance with this unbending partner
Time to be gone
And the end has come
And the end has come
And the end has come