La Guitarra II

(Three trebles and three bass strings
My guitar has)
(Three trebles and three bass strings
My guitar has)
With some I cry passions
(With others I sing joys)
With some I cry passions
(With others I sing joys)
The guitar went to the fields
I don't know what it was looking for
Remembering landscapes
It spends its time sighing
The guitar by the sea
I don't know what it felt on the beach
(That it learned to say goodbye
Although no one leaves)
The guitar by the sea
I don't know what it felt on the beach
(That it learned to say goodbye
Although no one leaves)
(The guitar went to the Indians
To learn their mystery)
(The guitar went to the Indians
To learn their mystery)
And returned to the town deeper
(Soaking up silences)
And returned to the town deeper
(Soaking up silences)
The guitar went to the poor
And they spoke to her so much
That full of sorrow and fear
She came to my arms crying
The guitar went to the copla
That was waiting for her there
Since then they walk together
Traveling the world)