Pascual Contursi – Mi noche triste (español)
You woman, who dumped me
at the prime of my life
leaving my soul wounded
and spleen in my heart, (*)
knowing that I loved you,
that you were my joy
and my burning dream
There is no solace for me,
that is why I am getting drunk
to forget about you love
When I go to my room
I find it all messed up,
very sad, abandoned,
I feel like crying,
and I spend long hours
staring at your portrait
to find solace
At night when I go to bed
I can’t close the door
because leaving it open
I make believe that you’re back
I always bring cookies
to accompany the mate
like if you were still here
And if could see the bed
how upsets it gets
when it does not see us both
There are no longer in the room
those pretty little bottles
decorated with ribbons,
all of the same color,
and the mirror looks foggy,
it seems that it has cried
for the absence of your love
The guitar in the closet
is still hanging
nobody ever sings anything
or makes its strings vibrate
And the lamp in the room
also has felt your absence
because its light has not wanted
to light up my sorrowful night