El Tempano [English translation]

Sometimes, when I think everything is lost

I go to one of the shapes of death

I shoot myself with a word

that once was so transparent to me.

And in the tenderness of the flowing water

I remember you in the arrival of some trains,

salts of the seas, curves of the harbors,

with barefoot women in the green.

I go to the fire like the butterfly

and there's no rhyme that rhymes with living...

don't stop, don't kill yourself, it's just another way of delaying.

And in the quiet afternoons, when I yearn for everything,

I think that everything is not what I lost;

Even at the expense of losing, a rose of faith is lost but is won.

The fight is against oneself as equals

and that's winning!

don't stop, don't kill yourself, it's just another way of delaying.

I remember the stillness of the earth, the stillness was inside;

one believes more in miracles in the burial time.

That man worked, who will write his history?

Dry lime, dreaming widow, the friends who are still the same,

the glory in shoes, the empty flower vase.

who knows if he ever thought; what am I living for?

I live for not to lose!

I go to the fire like the butterfly

and there's no rhyme that rhymes with living...

don't stop, don't kill yourself, it's just another way of delaying.

• Artist:Juan Carlos Baglietto
• Album:Baglietto