Piazzolla: Balada para mi muerte (Buenos Aires)

I shall die in the city

At the crack of dawn

Calmly and quietly and smooth

I'll take care of all

My little poems of farewells

Goodbyes and the bullets

My tobacco, my tango

My fist full of spleen

I shall cover my shoulders

With the entire sky

Of the blooddrunken dawn

My second last whisky as sacrifice

My love-struck death

Will act like a tango

And I shall be dead

Just at the count of six

Now that God no longer thinks of me

I shall walk towards oblivion

All the way till I find you

Waiting at an angle

Enwrapped in your sadness facing mine

Hold me tight for in my soul

I see those deaf and those path-deaf

In this land of darkness I see them all

Assaulting all I loved

Let's go now, the day is coming

I shall die in the city

At the crack of dawn

The hour to die

For those who know how to die

I shall cover my shoulders

With the entire sky

Of the blooddrunken dawn

And I shall die

Mourir à Buenos Aires

Au lever du jour

À l'heure où meurent ceux

Qui savent mourir

Dans mon silence flottera

Le cafard parfumé

De ces poèmes que jamais

Je n'ai pu te dire

Dans les rues je marcherai longtemps

Et là-bas

Comme des angles échappés

De moi, les fatigués

I shall cover my shoulders

With the entire sky

Of the blooddrunken dawn

And I shall die at the count of six

At the count of six

At the count of six

At the count of six

At the count of six