Cordas de Aço

Oh, these steel strings
This tiny arm
Of the guitar that my fingers caress
Ah, this perfect body
That I carry close to my chest
Only you, guitar
Understand why I lost all joy
And yet my pine
Believe me, I guess
That woman
Is still waiting for us
Release your sound from the wood
You, me, and the companion
In the early morning we will go home
Singing