Canción Para Un Ser Querido

I curse the night, I curse the hours, I curse that day
I curse the fate that was decided, dear sister
Accursed news, you came to me that January
I prefer to forget, I prefer not to speak
but I just can't

You left my old lady crying in the backyard that morning
you left with God and your soul escaped through a window.
I tell you that today your mother at night
thinks of you and misses you
I tell you that I can't forget that morning
tus hijos te extrañan, sister of my soul
You left my old lady crying in the backyard that morning
life is like that, today it was your turn, I can't find words
I tell you that soon I will be with a guitar
and there we will sing up there
my friend, my sister.