Guitarra Trasnochada

The night is enveloping me
With its little silver moon
From afar, the river brings me
A soft murmur of clear water

What a night! What a night you'd see!
The whole mountain range covered in snow
The moon shatters
Over the summit of the mountains

Oh, late-night guitar!
Sing with me my yearnings
Tell her how much I love her
To the one my beloved awaits

Seed, you have become a tree
Flowers and nests were your branches
Time wanted to bring you
Into my hands, turned into a guitar

Friend, my loyal friend
Who cries or sings with my soul
Time is turning
Pure memory; pure nostalgia

Oh, late-night guitar!
Sing with me my yearnings
Tell her how much I love her
To the one my beloved awaits