La Cama Vacía

In a gloomy hospital where he was admitted
Almost agonizing and surrounded by a sepulchral silence
With his usual tenderness, the one he always showed
Perhaps with effort, not from his gloomy bed

A sick friend of mine wrote me this letter
Dear friend, I would like that upon receiving this
You are well and that luck accompanies you everywhere
As for me, and I could hardly say

Telling you about my pain, lying on my cold bed
I am now a poor skeleton that horrifies me
The letter is to tell you that if you can someday
Come to keep me company, you who loved me so much

That I am so alone and so sad that I cry uncontrollably
No one usually loves me, everyone shows themselves unkind
Of so many friends of mine, none have come to see me
Today I grant you reason, as I see in my loneliness
That this so-called friendship is just an illusion

When one is in good condition, they have friends aplenty
But if cruel fate throws us into an abyss
It is seen that everything is a lie and that there is no faithful friend
Well, here I say goodbye, and as I put an end

Receive a loyal hug from someone who has always loved you
And to your mom, whom I do not forget, give my regards
Show her much devotion and shower her with caresses
You, who have her, take care of her, if you knew how much she is worth

Sunday arrived and anxious for that loyal friend
I entered the hospital, pensive and fearful
I silently headed to the place where I knew
I would find his bed, but beyond that, I did not find him
And I was astonished to see his empty bed