Guitarra

When a guitar trills
In the hands of a good player
The guitar itself teaches
Singing whoever it is

When a guitar trills
In the hands of a good player
The guitar itself teaches
Singing whoever it is

I want my coffin
Have a bizarre shape
The shape of a heart
The shape of a guitar

Guitar, dear guitar
I come to cry with you
I feel life is smoother
When you cry with me

Guitar, dear guitar
I come to cry with you
I feel life is smoother
When you cry with me