Mi Muchachita

Defeated, with a bitter soul
Hopeless, tired of life
The poor troubadour sobs in his armchair
Without finding solace for his pain
Hanging on a nail, the guitar
He has it abandoned in a corner
He no longer cares about its sound
Lying on a bed, all he does is cry
At some point
Someone heard him sing this song

My little girl, don't let me die
Come back, I beg you, I can't live without you
If you knew how many times I've dreamed
That I had you by my side again
My little girl, don't be cruel
Don't abandon me, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me!
Your disdain is slowly killing me

The neighborhood slept peacefully
Nothing disturbed the silence of the night
When a fatal gunshot was heard
There, in the darkness
Anxiously, the neighbors ran
Sensing the end of that drama
And they found him lying on a bed
The poor troubadour in a pool of blood
But before he died
Someone heard him sing like this

My little girl, don't let me die
Come back, I beg you, I can't live without you
If you knew how many times I've dreamed
That I had you by my side again
My little girl, don't be cruel
Don't abandon me, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me!
Your disdain is slowly killing me