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When My Guitar Cries

Palmenia Pizarro

Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra

Cansada 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 le quiero, que aún espero que vuelva
Que, si no viene, mi amor no tiene consuelo
Qué solitaria 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 le vieras volver

Llora guitarra porque eres mi voz de dolor
Grita su nombre de nuevo si no te escuchó
Y dile, que aún le quiero, que aún espero que vuelva
Que, si no viene, mi amor no tiene consuelo
Qué solitaria 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 le vieras volver

When My Guitar Cries

Tired of calling you, with my soul shattered
I understand that you don't come 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
Call out his name again if he didn't hear you
And tell him, that I still love him, that I still hope he returns
That if he doesn't come, my love has no comfort
How lonely I am without his 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 him return

Cry guitar because you are my voice of pain
Call out his name again if he didn't hear you
And tell him, that I still love him, that I still hope he returns
That if he doesn't come, my love has no comfort
How lonely I am without his 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 him return

Escrita por: Augusto Polo Campos