Ella se fue,
no volverá
y lloraré
por su maldad.

Me cansé de pedirle
que no me abandonara
y una sonrisa cínica
me dibujó en su cara.

Sad guitar

Why a sad song
come out of my guitar?
Why I mourn the crying
the eyes in tears?

She left,
will not return
and I will cry
for its evilness.

I got tired of asking
that will not leave me
and a cynical smile
She drew me in his face.