I have arrived to your house…
I don’t know how I’ve been able!
If they’ve told me that you’re not in,
that you will never return…
If they have told me that you have gone away!
How much snow there is in my soul!
What a silence is there at your door!
When arriving to the threshold,
a padlock of pain
stopped my heart.
Nothing, nothing is left in the house where you were born…
Only spiderwebs that the weeds weave.
The rosebush does not exist either
and for sure it has died when you left…
Everything is a cross!
Nothing, nothing else but sadness and calm.
Nobody to tell me if you’re still alive…
Where are you, to tell you
that today I’ve returned repentant looking for your love?

I’m walking away from your house
going not knowing where…
Without wanting I say goodbye to you
and even the echo of your voice
from nowhere responds me.
On the cross of your padlock
for your pain I have prayed,
and it has rolled on your big door
a tear made flower.

https://letrasdetango.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/nada/