Translation of the song lyrics Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra - Julio Jaramillo

Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra (original)

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

Cuando Llora Mi Guitarra (translation)

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