You would let me die so you can hear my cry
And to watch me suffer, you would smile at my song
But you will never understand my guitar
And you would melt down my ring, pour out my wine
Because forgetting about me would be very easy
But you will never understand my guitar
My guitar sang for me
And cried, too, when I was sad
My guitar of splinters, of love,
That some somebody smashed on the sea
You could have power over me and around me
Because to beat me that way is worthless now,
But you will never understand my guitar
Listen to her!
My guitar sang for me
and cried, too, when I was sad
My guitar of splinters, of love,
That some somebody threw its pieces to the sea
You would let me die so you can hear my cry
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar
But you will never understand my guitar