Nada

I have arrived at your house,
I don't know how I managed,
If they have told me you're not here,
That you will never return,
If they have told me you have gone.

How much fog is in my soul,
What silence is at your door,
Upon reaching the threshold,
A lock of pain,
Stopped my heart.

Nothing, nothing remains in your childhood home,
Only cobwebs woven by the weeds,
The rosebush no longer exists and it's certain,
That it died when you left,
Everything is a cross.

Nothing, nothing but sadness and stillness,
No one to tell me if you still live,
Where are you to tell you,
That today I have returned repentant,
To seek your love.

I am leaving your house,
And I go, I don't even know where,
Unintentionally I say goodbye to you,
And even the echo of your voice,
Responds from nothing.

On the cross of your lock,
For your sorrow I have prayed,
And on your gate has rolled,
A tear turned into a flower,
From my poor heart.

Nothing, nothing remains in your childhood home,
Only cobwebs woven by the weeds,
The rosebush no longer exists and it's certain,
That it died when you left,
Everything is a cross.

Nothing, nothing but sadness and stillness,
No one to tell me if you still live,
Where are you to tell you,
That today I have returned repentant,
To seek your love.