They gave it to me when the dreams of my sixteen years
were still rounding me, still a teenager,
between my trembling hands
I held tight to that toy.
Together we grew, I became a man;
she wore off beside me.
Now that I see her dirty and broken
I realize how much I've loved her.
First friends arrive.
When the friends go away,
there's only a guitar left
to make you company.
Now love arrives.
Then love goes away.
There's only a guitar left
and the sorrow of her song.
Now I know of a partner that never cheats,
that will sing with me when I'm full of joy;
I now have a faithful friend, poor guitar:
sings when I sing, and always cries with me.