La Cama Vacía

From a gloomy hospital
Where he was admitted
Almost agonizing and surrounded
By a sepulchral silence
With his usual tenderness
That 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 wherever you go
As for me, and I could hardly
Say that I am better
If, on the contrary, in my pain
Prostrated on my abject bed
I am 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
I am so alone and so sad
That I cry uncontrollably
No one usually loves me
Everyone shows themselves impious
Of so many friends of mine
None has come to see me

Today I give you reason
Because I see in my solitude
That this so-called friendship
Is just an illusion
When one is in condition
Has friends in abundance
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
As I put an end
I received 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 headed
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