La Guitarra

Noble fiber wood
That you brought from the jungle
The voice of all the birds
And the buzz of a hundred bees
The Sun brought you joys
The night gave you sorrows
To adorn your throat
A star came down from the sky
All things from the mountain
From the plains and the hills
Travel sonorous paths
Along the trace of your strings

The styles of the pampas
The songs of the jungle
The tunes of the mule driver
When he descends the slopes
The joy of the fields
The solitude of the stones
The night of the countrymen
The dawn that never arrives
Everything fits in your wood
Guitar wise in absence
The spring of a dream
Or the winter of a sorrow

The road that brings us
And the road that takes us
Fills our souls with things
That only in you are matched
Guitar of noble fiber
I love you because in your strings
My countrymen gather
Joy with sorrow
They don't shout their song
They converse the songs
And a rumor of blue night
Awakens in your strings

Beautiful cross for my grave
With my guitar and my flute
Beautiful requiem the whistle
Of the countryman who departs
Guitar of my affection
There's nothing you don't understand
You are the sonorous soul
That affirms us on earth
Everything fits in your wood
Guitar wise in absences
The spring of a dream
Or the winter of a sorrow

You are the sonorous soul
That affirms us on earth