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Tired of calling you, with my spirit shattered,
I understand that you don't come, because God does not wish it.

And on seeing how futilely I send my words to you,
Weeping, my guitar lets you hear its voice.
(x2)

Weep my guitar because you are my voice of pain.
Yell her name once again if she didn't hear you.

-Coda-
And tell her that even now I love her, that even now I wait for her return,
That if she does not come my love has no consolation,
That lonely (lit. solitary) without her affection I die.

Guitar, you that conveys (lit. interprets) in your vibration my affliction,
You that receives in your wood my cry,
Weep with me if you won't see her return.

[Repeat from coda]

Cansado de llamarte, con mi alma destrozada,
Comprendo que no vienes porque no quiere Dios.

Y al ver que inútilmente, te envío mis palabras,
Llorando mi guitarra, te deja oír su voz.
(x2)

Llora guitarra porque eres mi voz de dolor.
Grita su nombre de nuevo si no te escucho.

-Coda-
Y dile que aún la quiero, que aún espero que vuelva,
Que si no viene mi amor no tiene consuelo,
Que solitario sin su cariño me muero.

Guitarra, tú que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto,
Tú que recibes en tu madero mi llanto,
Llora conmigo si no la vieras volver.

[Repeat from coda]

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