Guitarra, dímelo tú [English translation]

If I ask the world,

the world will deceive me,

each one thinks it doesn't change

and that others change.

And I spend the small hours

looking for a ray of light.

Why is the night so long?

Guitar, you tell me.

Men are dead gods

of a time already collapsed,

not even their dreams were saved,

only the shadow has remained.

And I spend the small hours

looking for a ray of light.

Why is the night so long?

Guitar, you tell me.

It becomes a raw lie

what was tender truth,

and even the fertile soil

turns to sand.

And I ask the world

and the world will deceive me,

each one thinks it doesn't change

and that others change.

And I spend the small hours

looking for a ray of light.

Why is the night so long?

Guitar, you tell me.

Why is the night so long?

Guitar, you tell me.