I have walked to your home
I don't know how I was able
If they had told be you're not there
That you'll never come back
If they had told me that you've gone...
How much snow there is in my soul
What silence there is at your door
Upon arrival at your doorstep
A keylock of pain
It'd detained my heart
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...
Now I get away from your house and I go
I don't now where
Without wanting to tell you goodbye
And even the echo of your voice
responds back to me nothing...
At the cross of your keylock
For your shame I pray
And I drove at your door
A teardrop becomes flower
Of my poor heart
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...