Mi Guitarra

You will let me die to hear my cry
And to see me suffer, you will smile at my song
But you will never understand my guitar
And you will melt my ring, spill my wine
Because forgetting me will have to be very simple
But you will never understand my guitar

My guitar sang for me
And it cried too when I was sad
My guitar made of splinters of love
That someone broke over the sea

You may triumph over me and around me
Because defeating me like this has no value anymore
But you will never understand my guitar
Listen to it!

My guitar sang for me
And it cried too when I was sad
My guitar made of splinters of love
That someone threw its pieces into the sea

You will let me die, to hear my cry
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar