Cuando llora mi guitarra

Tired of calling you
with my soul shattered
I realize you're not coming
because God doesn't want it.

And seeing that in vain
I send you my words
crying my guitar
lets its voice be heard.

Cry guitar
because you're my voice of pain
call out his name again
if he didn't hear you.

And tell him, that I still love him
that I still hope he'll come back
that if my love doesn't come
there's no comfort
that lonely without his affection I'll die.

Guitar you who interpret in your vibration my sorrow
and who receive in your wood my tears
cry with me if you don't see him return.

And tell him...