La Cama Vacía

From 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 or not
From his somber 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
For my part, I could hardly
Tell you that I am better
My pain is overwhelming
Lying in my wretched bed
I am now a poor skeleton
That horrifies myself

The letter is to tell you
That if you can someday
Come to keep me company
You who loved me so much
I am so alone and so sad
That I cry uncontrollably
No one usually loves me
Everyone shows themselves cruel
Of so many friends of mine
None have come to see me

Today I agree with you
And 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
We see that everything is a lie
And that there is no loyal friend

Well, this is how I say goodbye
And as I put an end
Receive a loyal hug
From the one who has always loved you
To your mom, whom I don't forget
Also give my regards
Show her much devotion
And shower her with affection
You, who have her, take care of her
If you knew how much she's worth!

Sunday arrived, and anxious
For that loyal friend
I entered the hospital
Anxious and sorrowful
I silently made my way
To the place where I knew
I would find his bed
But there I found it empty
And I was astonished