Mi noche triste

(Tango)

Girl, you broke my heart
at the best time of my life,
leaving my soul wounded
and a thorn in my heart,
knowing that I loved you,
that you were my joy
and my burning dream,
for me, there’s no comfort
and that’s why I drown myself
trying to forget your love.

At night, when I lie down
I can’t close the door,
because leaving it open
makes me think you’ll come back.
I always bring some cookies
to have with my tea
as if you were here,
and if you saw the bed
how it gets so lonely
when it doesn’t see us both.

When I go to my place
and see it all messed up,
everything sad, abandoned,
it makes me want to cry;
I stop for a long time
gazing at your picture
to try to console myself.

There are no more pretty jars
in the little room,
all tied up with ribbons
all in the same color.
The mirror is fogged up
and it seems like it has cried
for the absence of your love.

The guitar, in the closet
is still hanging there:
nobody sings anything on it
or makes its strings vibrate.
And the lamp in the room
has felt your absence too,
because its light hasn’t wanted
to brighten my sad night.