Mi noche triste (Lita)

Babe, you ditched me
in the prime 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's no solace
and that's why I get wasted
to forget about your love.

When I go to my pad
and see it all messed up,
so sad, so deserted,
I feel like crying;
I stop for a long while
gazing at your picture
trying to console myself.

No more in the crib
are those cute little bottles,
dressed up with ribbons
all in the same color.
The mirror is fogged up
and it seems like it's cried
for the absence of your love.

At night, when I lay down
I can't close the door,
because leaving it open
I delude myself you're coming back.
I always bring cookies
to have with little sips of mate
as if you were here,
and if you could see the old lady
how she gets all riled up
when she doesn't see us both.

The guitar, in the closet
still hangs there:
no one plays it
or makes its strings vibrate.
And the lamp in the room
has also felt your absence
because its light didn't want
to illuminate my sad night.