Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra
Palmenia Pizarro
When My Guitar Cries
Tired of calling you, with my soul shattered
I understand that you don't come because God doesn't want it
And seeing that in vain, I send you my words
Crying my guitar, lets you hear its voice
And seeing that in vain, I send you my words
Crying my guitar, lets you hear its voice
Cry guitar because you are my voice of pain
Call out his name again if he didn't hear you
And tell him, that I still love him, that I still hope he returns
That if he doesn't come, my love has no comfort
How lonely I am without his affection, I die
Guitar, you who interpret my sorrow in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your wood
Cry with me if you don't see him return
Cry guitar because you are my voice of pain
Call out his name again if he didn't hear you
And tell him, that I still love him, that I still hope he returns
That if he doesn't come, my love has no comfort
How lonely I am without his affection, I die
Guitar, you who interpret my sorrow in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your wood
Cry with me if you don't see him return
