Mi Guitarra

You will let me die, to hear my cry
And to see me suffer, you will smile at my song
But you will never understand my guitar
You will call me my ring, you will call me my wine
And forgetting about me, right ?? it will be very simple
But you will never understand my guitar
My guitar sang for me
And cried as well
When I was sad
My guitar made of splinters of love
That someone broke over the sea
You can rock over me, and around me
Because defeating me like this, has no value anymore
But you will never understand my guitar
My guitar sang for me
And cried as well
When I was sad
My guitar made of splinters of love
That someone broke over the sea
You will let me die, to hear my cry
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar