Nothing
I have arrived at your house
I don't know how I managed to!
If they have told me you're not there
that you will never return...
If they have told me you have gone
how much snow 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 homeland
only cobwebs woven by the weeds
the rosebush no longer exists
definitely 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
even though I say goodbye to you unintentionally
and even the echo of your voice
responds to me from nothing.
On the lock of your gate
for your sorrow I have prayed
and a tear made flower
from my poor heart
has rolled on your gate.
