Samambaia

My friend, come in and look at this dusty house
I can't stand seeing so many things abandoned
Even the fern hanging on the wall
Longs for someone to quench its thirst
But I also miss hugs and warmth
The fern is wilting, I'm dying of love.

Even the fern, needs affection
Even more a heart, that suffers and cries alone
If one day she returns, to end this passion
Water her in her pot, love in my heart.

My friend, come in and see how this house is
I have no more hope for her to return one day
Even the birds that sang in the cage
I set them free to leave so they wouldn't suffer with me
As the day is dying, the sun faints at the window
I'm also slowly dying, just like the fern

Even the fern, needs affection
Even more a heart, that suffers and cries alone
If one day she returns, to end this passion
Water her in her pot, love in my heart.