Guitarra Roja Letra – Martín Castro

Guitarra Roja Letra by Martín Castro

Ven, guitarra libertaria
Libertaria y redentora
Del que sufre, del que llora
Del delincuente y del paria

Tu acorde no es plegaria
El servilismo indecente
El bardo altivo y valiente
Cuando te pulsen sus manos

Ante todos los tiranos
Sabe atacarlos de frente
Guitarra que entre mis manos
Vibras y ruges conmigo

Fiel amiga de este amigo
Pregón de versos humanos
Y en tus trinos soberanos
Del libertario cantor

Se inspira en versos de amor
De rebelión y templanza
Augurando una esperanza
En los hijos del dolor

Guitarra, los payadores
Hicieron de tu cordaje
Palenque del caudillaje
Para amasar electores

Rutinarios, corruptores
En vez de hacerte valer
Te hicieron envilecer
Con caudillo de partido

Guitarra, guitarra te han corrompido
Como una débil mujer
Guitarra, si en mi vejez
Llegara a serte profano

Quisiera ser un insano
Sin vista y en la mudez
Si pierdo la rigidez
Del convencido varón

Antes de hacerte un baldón
Coyunda para tus notas
Quiero, quiero ver tus cuerdas rotas
Quebrado tu diapasón…
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Guitarra Roja Lyrics English

Come, libertarian guitar
Libertarian and Redeemer
Of the suffering, who cries
Of the delinquent and of Paria

Your chord is not prayer
The indecent servility
The haughty and brave bard
When you press your hands

First of all the tyrants
He knows how to attack them in front
Guitar that among my hands
Vibes and roars with me

Faithful friend of this friend
Human verses
And in your sovereign trills
Of the Cantor Libertitude

It is inspired by verses of love
Of rebellion and temperance
Auguring a hope
In the sons of pain

Guitar, the Payhers
They made your cordage
Palenque del caudillaje
To knead voters

Routine, corrupting
Instead of making you worth
They made you wrapping
Matching

Guitar, guitar have corrupted you
As a weak woman
Guitar, if in my old age
Come torte profane

I would like to be an insane
Without sight and in the muteness
If I lose rigidity
Of the convinced male

Before making a baldon
Coyunda for your notes
I want, I want to see your broken ropes
Broken your fretboard …
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Martín Castro Lyrics – Guitarra Roja

Martín Castro

Guitarra Roja