La Cama Vacia

From a gloomy hospital
Where he was admitted
Almost haggard and surrounded by a sepulchral silence
With his usual tenderness, the one he always showed
Perhaps with effort or not, from his gloomy bed
A sick friend of mine wrote me this letter

Dear friend, I would like, upon receiving this
That you are well and that luck accompanies you everywhere
As for me, and bad as it may be, to tell you that I am better
If, on the contrary, in my pain, lying on my cold bed
I am a poor skeleton, which horrifies me

The letter is to tell you, that if you can one day
Come to keep me company since you loved me so much?
I am so alone and so sad, that I cry uncontrollably
No one usually loves me, everyone shows themselves _____
Of so many of my friends, none have come to see me

Today I give you the reason, as I see in my loneliness
That this so-called friendship, is just an illusion
When one is in good condition, has friends aplenty
But if cruel fate throws us into an abyss
We see 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 the one who has always loved you
To your mother, whom I do not forget, also send 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
Anxious and sorrowful
I went silently, to the place where I knew
I would find his bed
But there, as soon as I found it
I was astonished to see the empty bed