Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - La casita está triste (Remastered)

La casita está triste (Remastered)

Los chicos no juegan, la casa está triste,
La gente camina en puntas de pie.
El alma de ella en todo subsiste,
El alma tan buena de la que se fue.
Sollozos furtivos, suspiros y quejas
Se oyen muy suaves cual leve rumor
De los que han quedado. Se postran las viejas
Y elevan plegarias a Nuestro Señor.
Un hombre murmura: "¡Qué mala es la vida!
¡Tan buena, tan bella, por todos querida,
Dejar en tristezas sumido a su hogar!".
La gente la extraña -¡si era tan buena!-,
Con todos charlaba, con todos se dio;
Por eso en su muerte se ve tan serena,
¿Será que su almita al cielo voló?
Despunta la aurora y mecen las brisas,
Las plantas, las flores que tanto cuidó,
Y añoran sus riegos, sus dulces sonrisas
Y tiernos cuidados que en vida les dio.
Se asoma un nenito, rosado, sonriente;
Pregunta a su padre: "¿Mamá dónde está?".
Y al ver el cadáver, le dice doliente:
"¡Papito, yo quiero dormir con mamá!".

The Little House is Sad (Remastered)

The children are not playing, the house is sad,
People are walking on tiptoes.
Her soul subsists in everything,
The soul, so good, of the one who has gone,
Stealthy sobs, sighs, and complaints
Are heard very softly like a gentle murmur
Of those who have remained, The old women prostrate themselves
And raise prayers to Our Lord.
A man murmurs: "Life is unfair!
So good, so beautiful, loved by all,
To leave her home immersed in sadness!".
People miss her - she was so kind!-,
She chatted with everyone, she gave herself to everyone,
That's why she looks so serene in her death,
Could it be that her soul has flown to heaven?
The dawn breaks and the breezes rock,
The plants, the flowers that she cared for so much,
And they long for their watering, her sweet smiles
And the tender care she gave them in life.
A little boy pops out, rosy, smiling;
He asks his father: "Where is Mom?".
And when he sees the corpse, he says painfully:
"Daddy, I want to sleep with Mom!".