Guitarra, Guitarra Mia
Carlos Gardel
My Guitar, My Guitar
My guitar, my guitar
On the paths of the wind
Fly in your harmonies
Courage, love, and lament.
Ancient criollo spears
Fought at your spell;
My girl, hearing your song
Her deep eyes of sorrow cried.
Guitar, criollo guitar,
Tell her that cry is mine!
Pampean blue nights
Where she calms her anger,
There are two stars that die
When her eyes fall asleep.
Guitar of my loves
With your sonorous plume
You drag my longings
Through dusty routes that powder pains.
Guitar, noble and flowery,
Be silent if she forgets me!
Measuring eternal distances
Today sprout from your strings
Sounds that have fragrances.
From a forgotten gaucho time
When your song rises
How life clears up,
Sometimes your strings have.
Caresses of sweet, black braids
Like a blue bird without ties
That's my criollo guitar.
