A Mi Guitarra

And I wanted to understand
The feeling of my guitar
The lament of a string
Some notes that escape
And reach your heart
That drags you and traps you
And convey emotion

The other night she told me
Intoxicated by jealousy
That her sound is changing
That her flamenco is lost
That the times are changing her
That the times are changing her

They are giving me musical riches
And they are forgetting the pure
They no longer remember the temper or the pinch
Now they bring out the harsh sounds

In the silence of the night
And in the light of this streetlight
May it serve as inspiration

Don't cry for me, little guitar
I delve into your pain

Play me a seguirilla
You sound better than all

The other night she told me
Intoxicated by jealousy
That her sound is changing
That her flamenco is lost
That the times are changing
That the times are changing her

Play me a solea
Because if she starts playing
It won't be able to be held back