Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra
Cansado de llamarte
Con mi alma destrozada
Comprendo que no vienes
Porque no quiere Dios
Y al ver que
Inútilmente, te envío mis palabras
Llorando mi guitarra
Te deja oír su voz
Y al ver que
Inútilmente, te envío mis palabras
Llorando mi guitarra
Te deja oír su voz
Llora guitarra
Porque eres mi voz de dolor
Grita su nombre de nuevo
Si no te escuchó
Y dile que aún la quiero
Que aún espero que vuelva
Que si no viene
Mi amor no tiene consuelo
Que solitario, sin su cariño
Me muero
Guitarra, tú que interpretas
En tu vibrar mi quebranto
Tú que recibes en tu madero, mi llanto
Llora conmigo si no la vieras volver
Y dile que aún la quiero
Que aún espero que vuelva
Que si no viene
Mi amor no tiene consuelo
Que solitario, sin su cariño
Me muero
Guitarra, tú que interpretas
En tu vibrar mi quebranto
Tú que recibes en tu madero mi llanto
Llora conmigo si no la vieras volver
Guitarra, llora con mi dolor
When My Guitar Cries
Tired of calling you
With my soul shattered
I understand that you don't come
Because God doesn't want
And seeing that
In vain, I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Lets you hear its voice
And seeing that
In vain, I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Lets you hear its voice
Cry guitar
Because you are my voice of pain
Shout her name again
If she didn't hear you
And tell her that I still love her
That I still hope she returns
That if she doesn't come
My love has no comfort
That lonely, without her affection
I die
Guitar, you who interpret
In your vibration my sorrow
You who receive in your wood, my tears
Cry with me if you don't see her return
And tell her that I still love her
That I still hope she returns
That if she doesn't come
My love has no comfort
That lonely, without her affection
I die
Guitar, you who interpret
In your vibration my sorrow
You who receive in your wood my tears
Cry with me if you don't see her return
Guitar, cry with my pain
Escrita por: Augusto Campos