El Guitarro
Andrés Cepeda
The Guitar
Cleaning memories from our room
I found lying in a corner
That old guitar you left
After some party and forgot
With it you accompanied your songs
And made my poor heart cry
Its strings keep old tears
Born from your eyes and my love
And now I'm going to play knowing you're not here
Your farewell
And if they hear me sing they will realize
About that wound
And I'm going to tear off the strings and your name
To see if finally I don't have to hear
That damn chord
And I'm going to tear off the strings and your name
To see if finally I don't have to hear
That damn chord
And now I'm going to play knowing you're not here
Your farewell
And if they hear me sing they will realize
About that wound
And I'm going to tear off the strings and your name
To see if finally I don't have to hear
That damn chord
And I'm going to tear off the strings and your name
To see if finally I don't have to hear
That damn chord
