La cumparsita

The cumparsa
Of endless miseries
Parades
Around that being
Sick
Who will soon die
Of sorrow.
That's why in his bed
He sobs in sorrow
Remembering the past
That makes him suffer...
 
He abandoned his old lady
Who was left forsaken,
And mad with passion
Blind with love
He ran after his beloved,
Who was pretty, she was a sorceress
Of lust she was a flower,
That mocked his love
Till he grew weary
And for another she left him...
 
Long after
He fell to his mother's home,
In order to heal her sick
And wounded heart...
And he knew
That his holy old lady,
The one he had left
Last winter
From the cold she died...
 
Now alone, abandoned
To the sadness of his fate,
Anxiously awaits death
Which is soon to come,
And amidst the sad coldness
That slowly invades his heart,
He felt the raw sensation
Of his evil...
 
In the shadows
You can hear him breathing
Suffering,
Who before dying
Smiles
Because a sweet peace
Comes to him...
He felt that from heaven
His good little mother
Mitigating his sorrows
His faults she forgave...!