I have come to your house,
I do not know how I could,
If they told me you're not here,
That you will never come back,
If they told me you're gone.
How much fog there is in my soul,
What silence is at your door,
When you reach the threshold,
A padlock of pain,
It stopped my heart
Nothing, nothing is left in your native house,
Only cobwebs weaving the yuyal,
The rosebush does not exist either and it is safe,
That he 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 become repentant,
To find your love
I'm walking away from your house,
and I'm leaving, I do not even know where,
Without wanting to say goodbye,
and even the echo of your voice,
out of nowhere he answers me.
On the cross of your lock,
for your grief I have prayed,
and it has rolled in your gate,
a tear made flower,
from my poor heart.
Nothing, nothing is left in your native house,
Only cobwebs weaving the yuyal,
The rosebush does not exist either and it is safe,
Who 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 become repentant,
To find your love
Only among all we can make this a better place :)