Guitarra En Mano

You, young girl with your woman's dreams,
Excited, you have given your love;
You are so tender that indeed
I feel that I love you.

I, with guitar in hand and in my soul the illusion,
To see the world through a song,
I must leave you my heart,
I must depart... I must depart...

I must go on, this path of illusions everywhere,
It is the destiny of an artist to travel,
It is to move away from home,
A home that I cannot give you.

It's better that you forget me, tomorrow will come,
That love that will fill your days,
I will be just a memory
Nothing more.

Music.

I, with guitar in hand and in my soul the illusion,
To see the world through a song,
I must leave you my heart,
I must depart... I must depart...

I must go on, this path of illusions everywhere,
It is the destiny of an artist to travel,
It is to move away from home,
A home that I cannot give you.

It's better that you forget me, tomorrow will come,
That love that will fill your days,
I will be just a memory
Nothing more.