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
Se deja oír su voz
Y al ver que inútilmente
Te envío mis palabras
Llorando mi guitarra
Se deja oír su voz
Llora, guitarra, porque eres mi voz de dolor
Grita de nuevo su nombre, 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
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
Se deja oír su voz
Y al ver que inútilmente
Te envío mis palabras
Llorando mi guitarra
Se deja oír su voz
Llora, guitarra, porque eres mi voz de dolor
Grita de nuevo su nombre, 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 lo vieras
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When my guitar cries
Tired of calling you
With my soul destroyed
I understand that you are not coming
Because God doesn't want
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
Cry, guitar, because you are my voice of pain
Shout his name again, if he didn't hear you
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she comes back
If he doesn't come, my love has no consolation
How lonely, without your love, I die
Guitar
You who interpret my brokenness in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your tree
Cry with me, if you didn't see her come back
Tired of calling you
With my soul destroyed
I understand that you are not coming
Because God doesn't want
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
Cry, guitar, because you are my voice of pain
Shout his name again, if he didn't hear you
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she comes back
If he doesn't come, my love has no consolation
How lonely, without your love, I die
Guitar
You who interpret my brokenness in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your tree
Cry with me, if you didn't see it
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