El Guitarrico
Suena guitarrico mío
Suena guitarrico suena
Y no te importe que el viento
Vaya barriendo mis quejas
Como el viento es para todos
Puede esconder con ella.
Dile si la ves cruzar
Dile pero muy bajito
Dile que estoy medio loco
Dile que loco perdido
Dile que la inquisición,
Dile que era un gran tormento
Pero que aquello no es nada
Para lo que estoy sufriendo.
Dile muchas cosas
Dile que la quiero
Dile que no vivo
Dile que me muero.
Dile que me mire siquiera un poquito
Dile que se apiade de este tu baturrico.
Dile que mi corazón
Dile que lo estoy buscando
Dile que en ella lo puse
Dile que donde lo ha echado
Dile que calme mi amor
Dile que escuche mis quejas
Dile que me estoy muriendo
Y quiero vivir sin ella.
Dile que la quiero
Dile muchas cosas,
Dile que no vivo
Dile que me muero
Dile que me quiera tan solo un poquito
Dile que se apiade de este corazón...
The Little Guitar
My little guitar sounds
My little guitar sounds
And don't mind the wind
Sweeping away my complaints
As the wind is for everyone
It can hide with it.
Tell her if you see her pass by
Tell her but very softly
Tell her I'm half crazy
Tell her I'm crazy lost
Tell her about the inquisition
Tell her it was a great torment
But that is nothing
Compared to what I'm suffering
Tell her many things
Tell her I love her
Tell her I don't live
Tell her I'm dying
Tell her to look at me even a little
Tell her to have mercy on this your little lover.
Tell her my heart
Tell her I'm looking for it
Tell her I put it in her
Tell her where she has thrown it
Tell her to calm my love
Tell her to listen to my complaints
Tell her I'm dying
And I want to live without her
Tell her I love her
Tell her many things
Tell her I don't live
Tell her I'm dying
Tell her to love me just a little
Tell her to have mercy on this heart...
Escrita por: A. Perez Soriano / Luis P. Frutos / M. Fernandez De M. F. De La Puente