Translation of the song lyrics La Casita Está Triste - Julio Sosa

La Casita Está Triste (original)

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!»

(translation)

The boys don't play, the house is sad
People walk on tiptoes
Her soul in everything subsists
The soul so good that she left
Furtive sobs, sighs and complaints
They are heard very soft like a slight rumor
Of those who have remained.
the old women prostrate
And raise prayers to Our Lord
A man murmurs: "How bad is life!
Carry her so young, unworthy to think!
So good and so beautiful, by all dear
Leave your home in sadness!»
People miss her -if she was so good!-
He chatted with everyone, with everyone he gave
That's why in her death she looks so serene
Could it be that her little soul flew from her to heaven?
The dawn breaks and the breezes sway
The plants, the flowers, that she took care of so much
And they long for their risks, their sweet smiles
And tender care that in life he gave them
A little boy appears, pink, smiling;
He asks his father about him: "Mom where is he?"
And upon seeing the corpse, he mournfully tells her:
"Daddy, I want to sleep with mommy!"