Oooo, stii de ce plang chitarele?
Le-au ranit amintirile,
Tu iubire spune-le,
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
De ce plang chitarele
Stiu doar felinarele
Strunele amarele
Ce oare au pierdut?
Merg pe strada fetele,
Fetele cochetele
Ma privesc si-mi striga-n urma
Hei! Nu-mi raspunzi la SMS...
Pe strazi pluteste doar dragostea
Noaptea-i amara fara ea
Ea cheama, cheama pe altcineva
Plange chitara mea...
Oooo, stii de ce plang chitarele?
Le-au ranit amintirile
Tu, iubire, spunele,
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele,
Strunele nebunele
Tu, iubire, spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
De ce plang chitarele
Cand rasare soarele?
Canta pasarelele
Despre durerea mea.
[English translation:]
Do you know why the guitars cry
The memories hurt them
You, my love, tell them
That all we lived isn't lost
Why do the guitars cry
Only the street lights know
The bitter chords
What have they lost?
The young girls walk down the street
The girls, elegant
Look at me reproachfully
Hey, you don't respond to my SMS!
In the streets there's an atmosphere of love
The night is bitter without her
She calls, calls someone else
My guitar cries
Do you know why the guitars cry?
The memories hurt them
You, my love, tell them
That all we lived isn't lost
The chords cry in the night
The chords, in a panic
You, my love, tell them
That all we lived isn't lost
Why do the guitars cry
When the sun rises
The birds sing
My sorrow
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