Paroles et traduction Lito Vitale feat. Juan Carlos Baglietto - Nada

Nada

He llegado hasta tu casa,
Yo no sé cómo he podido
Si me han dicho que no estás,
Que ya nunca volverás, si me han dicho que te has ido.

Cuánta nieve hay en mi alma
Que silencio hay en tu puerta,
Al llegar hasta el umbral, un candado de dolor, me detuvo el corazón.

Nada, nada queda en tu casa natal,
Solo telarañas que teje el yuyal, y el rosal
Tampoco existe y es seguro que se ha muerto al irte tu,
Todo es una cruz
Nada, nada más que tristeza y quietud,
Nadie que me diga si vives aún
Dónde estás, p
Ara decirte que hoy he vuelto arrepentido a buscar tu amor.

Ya me alejo de tu casa
Y me voy yo ni sé dónde
Sin querer te digo adiós
Y hasta el eco de tu voz
De la nada me responde
De la cruz de tu candado
Por tu pena yo he rezado
Y ha rodado en tu portón
Una lágrima hecha flor, de mi pobre corazón.

Nada, nada queda en tu casa natal,
Solo telarañas que teje el yuyal
Y el rosal, tampoco existe y es seguro
Que se ha muerto al irte tu, todo es una cruz
Nada, nada más que tristeza y quietud,
Nadie que me diga si vives aún,
Dónde estas,
Para decirte que hoy he vuelto arrepentido, a buscar tu amor.

Nothing

I have come to your house,
I don't know how I managed to
If they have told me that you are not,
That you will never come back, if they have told me that you have gone.

How much snow there is in my soul
What a silence there is at your door,
Upon reaching the threshold, a padlock of pain, stopped my heart.

Nothing, nothing remains in your childhood home,
Only cobwebs that weave the yuyal, and the rosebush
Neither exist and it is certain that they have died since you left,
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more than sadness and stillness,
No one to tell me if you still live
Where are you, s
o that I can tell you that today I have returned, repentant, to seek your love.

Now I am leaving your house
And I am going, I don't know where
Without intending to, I say goodbye to you
And even the echo of your voice
Answers me from nothingness
From the cross of your padlock
I have prayed for your sorrow
And a tear made of a flower has rolled on your gate,
From my poor heart.

Nothing, nothing remains in your childhood home,
Only cobwebs that weave the yuyal
And the rosebush, neither exist and it is certain
That they have died since you left, everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more than sadness and stillness,
No one to tell me if you still live,
Where are you,
So that I can tell you that today I have returned, repentant, to seek your love.