Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra
Julio Jaramillo
When my guitar cries
Tired of calling you
With my soul destroyed
I understand that you are not coming
Because God doesn't want
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
Cry, guitar, because you are my voice of pain
Shout his name again, if he didn't hear you
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she comes back
If he doesn't come, my love has no consolation
How lonely, without your love, I die
Guitar
You who interpret my brokenness in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your tree
Cry with me, if you didn't see her come back
Tired of calling you
With my soul destroyed
I understand that you are not coming
Because God doesn't want
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
And seeing that uselessly
I send you my words
Crying my guitar
Let your voice be heard
Cry, guitar, because you are my voice of pain
Shout his name again, if he didn't hear you
And tell her that I still love her, that I still hope she comes back
If he doesn't come, my love has no consolation
How lonely, without your love, I die
Guitar
You who interpret my brokenness in your vibration
You who receive my tears on your tree
Cry with me, if you didn't see it
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