Cuando llora mi guitarra
Cansada de llamarte
con mi alma destrozada
contemplo que no vienes
porque no quiere Dios.
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 su nombre de nuevo
si no te escuchó.
Y dile, que aún lo quiero
que aún espero que vuelva
que si no viene mi amor
no tiene consuelo
que solitaria sin su cariño me muero.
Guitarra tú que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto
y que recibes en tu madero mi llanto
llora conmigo si no lo vieras volver.
Y dile...
When My Guitar Cries
Tired of calling you
with my soul shattered
I realize you're not coming
because God doesn't want it.
And seeing that in vain
I send you my words
crying my guitar
lets its voice be heard.
Cry guitar
because you're 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'll come back
that if my love doesn't come
there's no comfort
that lonely without his affection I'll die.
Guitar you who interpret in your vibration my sorrow
and who receive in your wood my tears
cry with me if you don't see him return.
And tell him...