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Vieja Guitarra

Pobrecita mi guitarra,
Tanto y tanto trabajar,
Se me a quedado tan vieja que la tendré que cambiaaaar.
Y ya tengo guitarra nueva,
Pero que pena pero que pena ya no te puedo inspirar.
Porqueee
Porqueee
Aquella guitarra vieja, aquella guitarra vieja
Tenía mi misma edad.
Aaayy guitarra aaay guitarra vieja.
Guitarra suenaaa
Guitarra como te añoro
Te añoro fiel compañera,
Guitarra como recuerdo tu vieja
Fina madera tu palmo santo talla morena.
Mi pena y mi alegría
Tu la lloraba y la reias
Rajiando otra guitarra me he dado cuenta que no se nada.
Tan sólo te acariciaba y tus acordes eran campanas.
Campanas eran campanas y yo tan sólo te acariciaba (×3)

Old Guitar

My poor guitar,
So much work,
You've become so old that I will have to change you.
And I already have a new guitar,
But what a pity, what a pity, I can't inspire you anymore.
Because
Because
That old guitar, that old guitar
Was my same age.
Aaayy old guitar, aaay old guitar.
Guitar, you sound
Guitar, how I miss you,
I miss you, faithful companion,
Guitar, how I remember you old,
Fine wood, your sacred fret dark brown.
My sadness and my joy,
You cried them and laughed them
Fingering another guitar, I realized that I know nothing.
I only caressed you and your chords were bells.
Bells were bells, and I only caressed you (×3)