En nuestra casa [English translation]

In our home

thy voice is no longer heard,

the night comes filling

the entire room.

The lilacs of the vase

have left withering

at home.

From our home

my youth left

running after thy steps,

crossing the city

while solitude

rocks me in her arms

at home.

In our home

the fire is no longer lit by anyone,

nobody calls at my door,

the time passes lifeless

without thy hands.

In our home,

I am nothing more than a shadow

that has no illusions.

Suddenly I became old,

I speak with the mirror

and I open not the drawers

so not to find memories.

Of our home

that is not mine without thee,

I will leave in the morning

without knowing where to go

and I will return to live

from from the windows

of home.

And at our home

other mouths will come

to erase our kisses

and my sad song

will remain in a corner

dreaming of thy return

home.

To our home…

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:La paloma