Nada

I have come to your house...
I don't know how I could!
They told me that you're not here,
that you'll never come back...
If I've been told that you're gone!
How much snow there is in my soul!
What silence there is at your door!
As I reach the threshold,
a lock of pain
stopped my heart.

Nothing, nothing is left in your birthplace...
Only cobwebs woven by the weeds.
The rose bush doesn't exist either
and it is certain that it has died when you left...
Everything is a cross!
Nothing, nothing but sadness and stillness.
No one to tell me if you are still alive...
Where are you, to tell you
That today I've returned repentant to look for your love?

I'm moving away from your house
and I don't even know where I'm going...
Without wanting to say goodbye
and even the echo of your voice
out of nowhere answers me.
On the cross of your padlock
for your sorrow I have prayed
and a tear rolled down your door
a tear made flower
of my poor heart.