La casita está triste
Carlos Gardel
The Little House is Sad
The kids don't play, the house is sad,
people walk on tiptoes.
Her soul persists in everything,
the very good soul of the one who left.
Stealthy sobs, sighs, and complaints
are heard very softly like a slight rumor
from those who have stayed. The old women bow down
and raise prayers to Our Lord.
A man murmurs: 'How bad life is!
So good, so beautiful, loved by all,
to leave her home plunged into sadness!'.
People miss her - she was so good! -
she talked to everyone, she gave herself to everyone;
that's why in her death she looks so serene,
is it because her little soul flew to heaven?
Dawn breaks and the breezes sway,
the plants, the flowers she cared for so much,
long for her watering, her sweet smiles
and tender care she gave them in life.
A little boy appears, rosy, smiling;
he asks his father: 'Where's Mom?'.
And upon seeing the corpse, he says sadly:
'Daddy, I want to sleep with Mom.'.
