Una Guitarra

They gave it to me when I was surrounded
by dreams of my sixteen years, still an adolescent,
between my trembling hands
I held that toy tightly.

We grew up together, I became a man;
she got damaged by my side.
Now that I see her dirty and broken,
I realize how much I loved her.

First friends arrive.
When friends leave,
only a guitar remains
to be my companion.

Now love arrives.
Then love leaves.
Only a guitar remains
and its crying song.

Now I know of a companion who never deceives,
who will sing with me when I am filled with joy;
I have a faithful friend now, poor guitar:
she sings when I sing and always cries with me.