Celos De Mi Guitarra

I know you're jealous of my guitar
I know your eyes cry
when you see me embrace it like this
I know you, girl, have a wounded soul
I know that at night when you leave
crossing my courtyard crying
like a light that fades away
I know you, girl, have a wounded soul

I know very well
that you have felt happy
sitting by my bonfire
letting your spring pass by
and I also know
how much you have loved me
and sometimes I have felt pain.

I know you're jealous of my guitar
I know your hands tremble
when you see me embrace it like this
I know you, girl, have a wounded soul.

It can't be
my adolescence has passed
asleep like a child
among some books I never learned
remember me and live your fifteen years
I promise to dream them, goodbye...