La guitarrita

My dearest little guitar
friend of my loves.

Come back in the night today, by the fence,
the sweet trill; payador's love,
scent of jasmine and wisteria,
moon, song and she with her love.
It was the guitar thus, my companion,
the one that filled my nights with illusion,
the one that brightened my bohemian life,
and chained my dreams to her love.

I cried, I laughed, I lived, I suffered,
searching for a sweet garment,
I sang, I dreamed, I lost, I won,
and found no trace.
At last I triumphed, I drank her love,
I became attached to her braids
and I felt her in my life
next to my heart.

Like a memory that has come back again,
that I always encouraged, that I always dreamed of.
Today I look for you like a blue dream,
with desire to reach your love,
like an image that I will not erase
the one I always kept
and that I never forgot
the memory that your love gave me,
it is nostalgic to want.