Oh guitare, guitare
Enrico Macias
Oh Guitar, Guitar
Oh guitar, guitar,
My guitar, open your heart to me
Sing, sing guitar
Under my fingers, but sing of happiness
If I have put too many sighs
In your Andalusian heart
Chase away the unnecessary sobs
So we never speak of them again
Tell me crazy things
Beyond words
That my mouth must keep silent
Having only words of flesh
Oh magical guitar,
When you make all your chords vibrate
A fantastic world
Revives your heart of dead wood
My chatty guitar
A bird has hidden in your voice
And the door it guards
For the two of us, sometimes opens a crack
There, you see, it's the secret garden
Where nothing ever dies
There, the evenings have all the tomorrows
Within my reach
What magnificent countries
Are there in your music
I myself remain
Dazzled by their colors
Oh magical guitar,
When you make all your chords vibrate
A fantastic world
Revives your heart of dead wood.
