Una Guitarra
Me la van regalar quan em voltaven
somnis dels meus setze anys, encara adolescent,
entre les meves mans que tremolaven
jo vaig prendre ben fort aquell juguet.
Vàrem créixer plegats, jo em vaig fer un home;
ella es va anar espatllant al meu costat.
Ara que jo la veig bruta i trencada,
m'adono del molt que l'he estimat.
Primer els amics arriben.
Quan els amics se'n van,
sols queda una guitarra
per fer d'acompanyant.
Ara l'amor arriba.
Després l'amor se'n va.
Sols queda una guitarra
i el seu cant que plora.
Ara sé d'un company que mai no enganya,
que quan m'ompli de goig cantarà amb mi;
ja tinc un amic fidel, pobra guitarra:
canta quan canto jo i plora sempre amb mi.
A Guitar
They gave it to me when I was surrounded
by dreams of my sixteen years, still an adolescent,
between my trembling hands
I held that toy tightly.
We grew up together, I became a man;
she got damaged by my side.
Now that I see her dirty and broken,
I realize how much I loved her.
First friends arrive.
When friends leave,
only a guitar remains
to be my companion.
Now love arrives.
Then love leaves.
Only a guitar remains
and its crying song.
Now I know of a companion who never deceives,
who will sing with me when I am filled with joy;
I have a faithful friend now, poor guitar:
she sings when I sing and always cries with me.
Escrita por: J. M. Serrat