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!"

English translation

The kids don't play, the house is sad,
people walk on tiptoe.
Her soul in everything remains,
the soul so good of the departed one.
Stealthy sobs, sighs and complaints
are heard very softly as a faint rumor
of those who have remained. The old women prostrate themselves
and raise prayers to Our Lord.

A man murmurs: "How bad life is!
To lead it so young, unworthy to think!
So good and so beautiful, so dear to all!
To leave her home in sorrows plunged!"
People miss her-if she was so good!
With all she chatted, with all she gave herself.
That's why she looks so serene in her death,
Could it be that her little soul flew to heaven?

The dawn is breaking and the breezes are swaying
the plants, the flowers, that she cared for so much,
and they yearn for her watering, her sweet smiles
and tender care she gave them in life.
A little pink, smiling baby boy peeps out;
He asks his father: "Mommy, where is she?"
And seeing the corpse, he says mournfully:
"Daddy, I want to sleep with mommy!"