Текст и перевод песни Julio Sosa - La casa está triste

La casa está triste

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!
¡Llevarla tan joven, indigna pensar!
¡Tan buena y 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 House is Sad

The children don't play, the house is sad,
People walk on tiptoes.
Her soul still lingers in everything,
The very good soul of the one who has gone.
Furtive sobs, sighs, and complaints
Are heard very softly like a slight murmur
Of those who remain. The old women prostrate themselves
And raise prayers to Our Lord.

A man murmurs: "How evil life is!
To take her so young, it's unfair to think about!
So good and so beautiful, loved by all,
To leave her home plunged into sadness!"
People miss her - she was so good! -
She chatted with everyone, gave herself to everyone.
That's why she looks so serene in death,
Could it be that her soul has flown to heaven?

Dawn breaks and the breezes rock
The plants, the flowers, which she cared for so much,
And they long for her waterings, her sweet smiles
And tender care that she gave them in life.
A little boy leans out, rosy, smiling;
He asks his father: "Where is Mom?"
And seeing the corpse, he says to her in grief:
"Daddy, I want to sleep with Mommy!"