In english this translation is:

 We spoke of the perfect day to die

 I asked her

"Is there such a thing?"

Either you choose your own death

and when it takes place

or just become erased

You don't know when, why.

or how it will come.

I asked her if you were to choose

when your death would be

Would you make it on a day

where the sun never stopped shining?

Or would it be on the darkest day

you have ever seen?

She grasped her hair and lit a cigarette

with shadows falling from her face she replied

"There is no perfect day to die."