Mi Noche Triste

Lady who left me in the best 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 scorching ground
There is no comfort for me anymore and that's why I get drunk
To forget your love

When I go to my little place and see it in disarray
All sad, abandoned, it makes me want to cry
And I spend a long time gazing at your portrait
To try to console myself

At night when I lie down, I can't close the door
Because leaving it open I delude myself that you're coming back
I always bring biscuits to have with little sips of mate
Like when you were here

And if you could see how the bed gets upset
When it doesn't see both of us
There are no longer those pretty little bottles on the dresser
Adorned with ribbons all of the same color
And the mirror is fogged as if it has cried
Due to the absence of your love

The guitar in the closet is still hanging
No one sings in it or makes its strings vibrate
And the lamp in the room has also felt your absence
Because its light has not wanted to illuminate My sad night