Cuando llora mi guitarra [English translation]

Tired of calling you,

with my soul destroyed,

I understand you're not coming

because God doesn't want it.

And when it sees I uselessly

send my words to you,

my guitar, crying,

lets you hear its voice.

(x2)

Cry guitar

because you're my pain's voice,

shout your name again

if she didn't listen to you.

And tell her, I still love her,

I still wait for her to come back,

that if she doesn't come back

my love doesn't find comfort,

that lonely without her affection

I die.

Guitar,

you, who play my suffering

in your vibration,

you, who receive my crying

in your wood,

cry with me if you don't see it come back...

{it repeats from:

Cry guitar...}

• Artist:Julio Jaramillo