Mi Noche Triste

Lady who left me stranded
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 burning dream,
For me there is no comfort
And that's why I get drunk
To forget your love.

At night, when I lie down
I can't close the door,
Because leaving it open
I delude myself that you'll come back.
I always have biscuits
To have with little mate teas
As if you were here,
And if you could see the room
How it gets angry
When it doesn't see us both.

There are no longer
Those pretty little bottles
Arranged with ribbons
All of the same color.
The mirror is fogged up
As if it has cried
For the absence of your love.

When I go to my little place
And see it messy,
All sad, abandoned,
I feel like crying;
I stop for a long time
Gazing at your picture
To try to console myself.

The guitar, in the closet
Is still hanging:
No one sings on 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.