Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra - Julio Jaramillo

Cansado de llamarte

Con mi alma destrozada

Contemplo que no vienes porque no quiere Dios

Y al ver que inutilmente te envio mis palabras

Llorando mi guitarra se deja oir su voz

Y al ver que inutilmente te envio mis palabras

Llorando mi guitarra se deja oir su voz

Llora guitarra por que eres mi voz de dolor

Grita su nombre de nuevo si no te escucho

Y dile que aun la quiero que aun espero que vuelva

Que si no viene mi amor no tiene consuelo

Que solitario sin su cariño me muero

Guitarra tu que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto

Y que recibes en tu madero mi llanto

Llora conmigo si no lo vieras volver

Y dile que aun lo quiero que aun espero que vuelva

Que si no viene mi amor no tiene consuelo

Que solitario sin su cariño me muero

Guitarra tu que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto

Y que recibes en tu madero mi llanto

Llora conmigo si no la vieras volver

Guitarra tu que interpretas en tu vibrar mi quebranto

Y que recibes en tu madero mi llanto

Llora conmigo si no lo vieras volver

tired of calling you

with my shattered soul

I contemplate that you do not come because God does not want

And seeing that I uselessly send you my words

Crying my guitar lets you hear its voice

And seeing that I uselessly send you my words

Crying my guitar lets you hear its voice

Cry guitar because you are my voice of pain

Call out his name again if I don't hear you

And tell her that I still love her that I still hope she comes back

That if my love does not come, it has no consolation

How lonely without his love I die

Guitar you who interprets in your vibrate my brokenness

And that you receive my tears on your tree

Cry with me if you didn't see him come back

And tell him that I still love him and I still hope he comes back

That if my love does not come, it has no consolation

How lonely without your love I die

Guitar you who interprets in your vibrate my brokenness

And that you receive my tears on your tree

Cry with me if you didn't see her come back

Guitar you who interprets in your vibrate my brokenness

And that you receive my tears on your tree

Cry with me if you didn't see him come back