La Guitarra

Noble fiber wood
that you brought from the jungle
the voice of all the birds
and the buzz of a hundred bees
The sun brought you joys,
the night gave you sorrows
to adorn your throat
a star came down from the sky
All things from the forest,
from the plains and the mountains
travel on sound paths
along the trace of your strings

The styles of the countryside,
the songs of the jungle,
the tunes of the cowboy
when he goes down the slopes,
the joy of the fields,
the loneliness of the stones,
the night of the countrymen,
the dawn that never comes,
everything fits in your wood,
wise guitar of absence
The spring of a dream,
or the winter of a sorrow

The path that brings us
and the path that takes us
fills our souls with things
that only match in you
Guitar of noble fiber,
I love you because in your strings
my countrymen gather
joy with sorrow
They don't shout their song,
they converse the songs
and a rumor of blue night
is awakening in your strings

Beautiful cross for my grave,
with my guitar and my flute
Beautiful requiem the whistle
of the countryman who is leaving
Guitar of my affection,
there's nothing you don't understand
You are the sound soul
that affirms us on earth
Everything fits in your wood,
wise guitar of absences,
the spring of a dream
or the winter of a sorrow

You are the sound soul
that affirms us on earth