Belgrano [English translation]

What were your last words,

your last glimmer of consciousness?

What did you leave written in a letter,

which song did you choose to listen to?

If we know that we're born condemned

because we're so sensitive to love.

One slides from absence to nostalgia

in memories we could remember.

And recognizing, looking firmly at the sun,

your last look.

Thanks for the friendship

and for the brilliance,

for the mate tea with fried cake,

for the joint,

for bringing me to a Japanese person for the first time,

for your affection and your sincerity,

for putting harmony in the city,

for the magic and the perfect melody,

and the spell of your song from a songbird

that flew away.