Coge La Guitarra

Take the guitar, my brother,
Take the guitar, it's very cold.
Take the guitar, my brother,
Take the guitar, it's very cold.
Take the guitar, and if you haven't brought it,
I'll call my house and tell my cousin
To give it a little kick and bring it to you.

Tell me your words, my love,
Tell me your words, I feel lost.
Tell me your words, my dear,
Without your words, I feel lost.
Without your words, I'm like a little fish
Without a river, a child on the beach
Without sand or a bucket.

Clear the smoke from your forehead
Let the beauty come out,
That little angel
That makes you different.

Take the guitar, my brother,
Take the guitar, it's very cold.
Tell me your words, my dear,
Tell me your words, I feel lost.
Take the guitar, my brother,
Take the guitar, it's very cold.
Tell me your words, my dear,
Without your words, it's very cold.