Oooo, stii de ce plang chitarele?
Le-au ranit amintirile,
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
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
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele,
Strunele nebunele
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
De ce plang chitarele
Cand rasare soarele?
Canta pasarelele
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
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
Oooo, stii de ce plang chitarele?
Le-au ranit amintirile,
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
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
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele,
Strunele nebunele
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
De ce plang chitarele
Cand rasare soarele?
Canta pasarelele
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
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