Guitarra
Madredeus
Guitar
When a guitar trills
In the hands of a good player
The guitar itself teaches
Singing whoever it is
When a guitar trills
In the hands of a good player
The guitar itself teaches
Singing whoever it is
I want my coffin
Have a bizarre shape
The shape of a heart
The shape of a guitar
Guitar, dear guitar
I come to cry with you
I feel life is smoother
When you cry with me
Guitar, dear guitar
I come to cry with you
I feel life is smoother
When you cry with me
