Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra
Cansado de llamarte, con mi alma destrozada;
comprendo que no vienes porque no quiere Dios.
Y al ver que inutilmente, te envio mis palabras;
llorando mi guitarra, te deja oir su voz.
Y al ver que inutilmente, te envio mis palabras;
llorando mi guitarra, te deja oir su voz.
Llora guitarra porque eres mi voz de dolor;
grita su nombre de nuevo si no te escucho.
Y dile que aun la quiero, que aun espero que vuelva;
que si no viene mi amor no tiene consuelo;
que solitario sin su cariño me muero.
Guitarra, tu que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto;
tu que recibes en tu madero mi llanto;
llora conmigo si no la vieras volver.
(GUITARRAZA)
Y dile que aun la quiero, que aun espero que vuelva;
que si no viene mi amor no tiene consuelo;
que solitario sin su cariño me muero.
Guitarra, tu que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto;
tu que recibes en tu madero mi llanto;
llora conmigo si no la vieras volver.
When My Guitar Cries
Tired of calling you, with my soul shattered;
I understand you're not coming because God doesn't want it.
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;
scream her name again if I don't hear you.
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she returns;
that if my love doesn't come, there's no comfort;
that lonely without her affection, I die.
Guitar, you who interpret my sorrow in your vibration;
you who receive my tears on your wood;
cry with me if you don't see her return.
(GUITAR SOLO)
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she returns;
that if my love doesn't come, there's no comfort;
that lonely without her affection, I die.
Guitar, you who interpret my sorrow in your vibration;
you who receive my tears on your wood;
cry with me if you don't see her return.