El Guitarrico

My little guitar sounds
My little guitar sounds
And don't mind the wind
Sweeping away my complaints
As the wind is for everyone
It can hide with it.

Tell her if you see her pass by
Tell her but very softly
Tell her I'm half crazy
Tell her I'm crazy lost
Tell her about the inquisition
Tell her it was a great torment
But that is nothing
Compared to what I'm suffering
Tell her many things
Tell her I love her
Tell her I don't live
Tell her I'm dying
Tell her to look at me even a little
Tell her to have mercy on this your little lover.

Tell her my heart
Tell her I'm looking for it
Tell her I put it in her
Tell her where she has thrown it
Tell her to calm my love
Tell her to listen to my complaints
Tell her I'm dying
And I want to live without her
Tell her I love her
Tell her many things
Tell her I don't live
Tell her I'm dying
Tell her to love me just a little
Tell her to have mercy on this heart...