The Guitar-La Guitarra
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.
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Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Se rompen las copas
de la madrugada.
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Es inútil
callarla.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora monótona
como llora el agua,
como llora el viento
sobre la nevada.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora por cosas
lejanas.
Arena del Sur caliente
que pide camelias blancas.
Llora flecha sin blanco,
la tarde sin mañana,
y el primer pájaro muerto
sobre la rama.
¡Oh guitarra!
Corazón malherido
por cinco espadas.
poem by Federico García Lorca
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by Phish
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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While My Guitar Genly Weeps
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
SEE THE LOVE THERE THATS SLEEPING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I LOOK AT THE FLOOR
AND I SEE IT NEEDS SWEEPING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW WHY NOBODY TOLD YOU
HOW TO UNFOLD YOUR LOVE
I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE CONTROLLED YOU
THEY BOUGHT AND SOLD YOU
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
AND I NOTICE ITS TURNING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
WITH EVERY MISTAKE
WE MUST SURELY BE LEARNING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE DIVERTED
YOU WERE PERVERTED TOO
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED
NO ONE ALERTED YOU
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
song performed by by Beatles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps...
It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps,
After the scars of my heart I see.
Eyes fall short of tears to cry,
While my guitar gently weeps...
When my present turns back and into the past it peeps,
Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain.
All the anguish comes out through the strings,
While my guitar gently weeps...
As the nostalgia
on my broken heart creeps,
I curse myself for my blunders.
Nobody can ever hear my heart sob,
While my guitar gently weeps...
It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps,
And has faithful people to care.
But I have nobody to console me,
While my guitar gently weeps...
-SUJAY.S.P
poem by Sujay Patekar
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
SEE THE LOVE THERE THAT┬┤S SLEEPING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I LOOK AT THE FLOOR
AND I SEE IT NEEDS SWEEPING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DON┬┤T KNOW WHY NOBODY TOLD YOU
HOW TO UNFOLD YOUR LOVE
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW SOMEONE CONTROLLED YOU
THEY BOUGHT AND SOLD YOU
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
AND I NOTICE IT┬┤S TURNING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
WITH EVERY MISTAKE
WE MUST SURELY BE LEARNING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW YOU WERE DIVERTED
YOU WERE PERVERTED TOO
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED
NO ONE ALERTED YOU
I LOOK AT YOU ALL...
song performed by by Beatles
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A veces
A veces, cuando en alta noche tranquila,
sobre las teclas vuela tu mano blanca,
como una mariposa sobre una lila
y al teclado sonoro notas arranca,
cruzando del espacio la negra sombra
filtran por la ventana rayos de luna,
que trazan luces largas sobre la alfombra,
y en alas de las notas a otros lugares,
vuelan mis pensamientos, cruzan los mares,
y en gótico castillo donde en las piedras
musgosas por los siglos, crecen las yedras,
puestos de codos ambos en tu ventana
miramos en las sombras morir el día
y subir de los valles la noche umbría
y soy tu paje rubio, mi castellana,
y cuando en los espacios la noche cierra,
el fuego de tu estancia los muebles dora,
y los dos nos miramos y sonreímos
mientras que el viento afuera suspira y llora!
¡Cómo tendéis las alas, ensueños vanos,
cuando sobre las teclas vuelan sus manos!
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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The moon weeps
The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In clandestine silence
Tears from the heavens
Overseeing all the sadness
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In self pitying sorrow
For being so alone
In such a big sky
It fills with melancholy
The moon's weeping
Stops so abrupt
As it holds power and luminescence
It is gently reminded
The time will come to shine
Like the moon
We sometimes all feel alone
Misunderstood and sorrowful
So like the moon we must recall
We all shall have our time to shine
poem by Mitchell Greenwood
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La ventana
Al frente de un balcón, blanco y dorado,
obra de nuestro siglo diez y nueve
hay en la estrecha calle una muy vieja
ventana colonial. Bendita rama
adorna la gran reja,
de barrotes de hierro colosales,
que tiene en lo más alto un monograma
hecho de incomprensibles iniciales.
A la lumbre postrera
del sol en occidente, ¿quién no espera,
mirar allí, sombría,
medio perdida en la rizada gola,
la cabeza severa
de algún oidor, o los oscuros ojos
de una dama española
de nacarada tez y labios rojos,
que al venir de la hermosa Andalucía
a la colonia nueva
el germen de letal melancolía
por el recuerdo de la patria lleva?
¡Pero no, ni las sombras le han quedado
de los que vio perderse en el pasado;
loca turba infantil la invade ahora,
uno ríe, otro llora;
a la palma bendita
la niña arranca retejida rama,
y mientras uno al compañero llama
con incansable afán el otro grita.
No guarda su memoria
de la ventana la vetusta historia
y sólo en ella fija
la atención el poeta,
para quien tienen una voz secreta
los líquenes grisosos
que al nacer en la estatua alabastrina,
del beso de los siglos son señales,
y a quien narran poemas misteriosos
las sombras de las viejas catedrales!
Hoy hace más de un siglo, ha muchos años,
ella escuchó la cántiga española
que tristes desengaños,
o desventuras amorosas narra
de la alta noche en la quietud serena,
acompañada en la gentil guitarra,
por noble caballero
a quien tornara con la estrofa grata
el recuerdo de alegre serenata
dada en la aristocrática Sevilla,
cabe el Guadalquivir, do en claras noches
la calada Giralda se retrata
y la luz de la luna limpia brilla.
La brisa, dulce y leve,
como las vagas formas del deseo,
llevó al pasar por los barrotes duros,
aroma de azahares y de lirios,
en las risueñas fiestas de himeneo,
juramentos de amor, santos y puros,
de mortuorios cirios
el triste olor, las plácidas historias,
conque la noble abuela
al rubio nieto adormeció en la cuna
y la oración que hacia los cielos vuela
suave como los rayos de la luna.
Inútil, allí, a solas,
ella miró pasar generaciones,
como pasan, con raudo movimiento,
sobre la playa las marinas olas
en la sombra los coros de visiones
y las aristas leves en el viento;
y ora mira la turba de los niños
de risueñas mejillas sonrosadas,
que al asomar tras de la fuerte reja
sonriente semeja
un ramo de camelias encarnadas!
¡Ay! todo pasará, -niñez risueña,
juventud sonriente,
edad viril que en el futuro sueña,
vejez llena de afán...
... Tal vez mañana,
cuando de aquellos niños queden sólo
las ignotas y viejas sepulturas
aún tenga el mismo sitio la ventana.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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While Her Guitar Gently Weeps
While her guitar gently weeps for God
I also weep at the same time
But she is trying so hard to compose a song on her guitar
But she is in trouble with the world man
But all the other words are fine
poem by Aldo Kraas
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No one weeps for the dead
The mother weeps for she lost her son.
The wife weeps for she lost her husband.
The daughter weeps for she lost her father.
No one wept for he lost himself.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (18 December 2007)
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The Song Remains the Same
You have morphed into a guitar
You’ve been transformed into musical notes
You have become
a plaintive song in my heart
That was all you were
That is all you are
That is all you'll ever be
I have said goodbye
I've thrown water to the fire
But still... the guitar weeps
Still... the silenced heart beats
© 2010 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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This Old Heart Of Mine
Sylvia moy, brian holland, edward holland, jr. and lamont dozier
Oh, this old heart of mine
Been broke a thousand times
Each time you break away
I feel you're gonna stay
Lonely nights that come
Memories that flow
Bringing you back again
Hurting me more and more
Maybe it's my mistake to show this love i feel inside
Cause each day that passes by
You got me never knowing if i'm coming or going, but i
I love you
This old heart darling (darling) weeps for you
I love you, yes i do (yes i do)
These old arms of mine
Miss having you around
Makes these tears inside
Start falling down, well
Always with half a kiss
You remind me of what i miss
So i try to control myself
Like i'm gonna start fainting cause my heart stops beating, cause i
I love you
This old heart darling weeps for you (weeps for you)
I love you, yes i do (yes i do)
Oh i try to hide my hurt inside
This old heart of mine always makes me cry
The way you trat me leaves me incomplete
You're in for the day, gone for the week, now
But if you leave me a hundred times
A hundred times i'll take you back
I'm yours whenever you want me
I'm not too proud to shout it
To tell the world about it, cause i
I love you
This old heart darling (darling) weeps for you
I love you
This old heart darling weeps for you (weeps for you)
I love you
This old heart darling (darling) weeps for you
I love you, yes i do (yes i do)
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Straight To Hell (feat. Heather Nova)
Touch The Wind (Eres T)
Mocedades
Juan Carlos Caldern -- Mike Hawker
I woke up this morning and my mind fell away
and looking back sadly from tomorrow
as I heard an echo from the past softly say
come back, come back, won't you stay?
I wanted to reach you, let you know I still care
and lost in the silence of my sorrow
I put a promise in the wind, on the air, to fly away to you there
Touch the wind. Catch my love as it goes sailing
Touch the wind and I'll be close to you
I'll be easy to find
on the winds of the morning I'll come sailing
I'll be easy to find
and, baby, I'll be close to you
And only forever can I say I love you
and only forever have I lost you
but only a dreamer could wake up as I do and hope it's still yesterday
Touch the wind. Catch my love as it goes sailing
Touch the wind and I'll be close to you
I'll be easy to find
on the winds of the morning I'll come sailing
I'll be easy to find
and, baby, I'll be close to you
Touch the wind...
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Eres T (Spanish)
Words and music by Juan Carlos Caldern
Letra y msica de Juan Carlos Caldern
Como una promesa, eres t, eres t.
Como una maana de verano.
Como una sonrisa, eres t, eres t.
As, as, eres t.
Toda mi esperanza, eres t, eres t.
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
como fuerte brisa, eres t, eres t.
As, as, eres t.
Eres t como el agua de mi fuente (algo as eres t)
Eres t el fuego de mi hogar
Eres t como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres t el trigo de mi pan.
Como mi poema, eres t, eres t.
Como una guitarra en la noche,
todo mi horizonte eres t, eres t.
As, as, eres t. -ac
song performed by by Moby
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The Winds of Time
And as the
weeping
willow
stands so
gracefully.
Looking
out over
the
waters.
Appearing
to
be
calm and
reserved.
The winds
of
time
approaching.
Begins
to play
on her
heart-strings.
yet
inside
she
weeps..
poem by Heather Burns
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Ballad (1)
A heart laments: you do not find her,
Her native country is probably far from here,
And her face is strange!
The night weeps by a door!
In the marble hall light upon light burns,
O stuffy, o stuffy! Somebody dies here!
A whisper somewhere: o do you not come?
The night weeps by a door!
A sobbing still: o that he would see the light!
Then it became dark there and here -
A sobbing: brother, o do you not pray?
The night weeps by a door.
poem by Georg Trakl
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This Old Heart Of Mine
(brian holland, lamont dozier, eddie holland, sylvia moy, 1966)
This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times.
Each time you break away, feel youre gone to stay.
Lonely nights that come, memories that go,
Bringing you back again, hurting me more and more.
Maybe its my mistake to show this love I feel inside,
cause each day that passes by
You got me never knowing if Im coming or going
But I love you, yes I do.
I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
I try hard to hide my hurt inside.
This old heart of mine always keeps me crying.
The way you treat me leaves me incomplete.
Youre here for the day, gone for the week.
But if I want you a hundred times,
A hundred times I have you back.
Im yours whenever you want me;
I wanna shout about it, tell the world about it
cause I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
I love you, yes, I do.
Maybe its my mistake to show this love I feel inside,
cause each day that passes by
You got me never knowing if Im coming or going
But I love you, yes I do.
This old heart weeps for you.
I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
I love you; yes I do.
I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Soneto XVII
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The old tree weeps
The old tree weeps, its branches low
bend over a path, winding slow
through tilting, toppling, broken stones
fading remains of treasured bones
hidden where moss and ivy grow.
Here lies John Peachey of Harrow
On which Byron sought long ago
phrases of love, amongst deaths thrones,
the old tree weeps.
Where young Allegra's remains know
that words are not enough to show
the lives that die beneath headstones
she was denied one of her own
her father's sins repaid her, so
the old tree weeps.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Silence
Over the forests the moon
Gleams pale, makes us dream,
The willow by the dark pond
Weeps soundlessly in the night.
A heart extinguishes - and placidly
The fogs flood and rise -
Silence, silence!
poem by Georg Trakl
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Left Bereft
I face the future fearfully
it’s time to say my last farewell.
The grey sky weeps in sympathy.
My joy in life is gone from me.
I lack the words with which to tell
I face the future fearfully.
Fell death chooses impartially
I hear the tolling funeral bell.
The grey sky weeps in sympathy.
My friends bow heads respectfully.
My bitter tears already fell
I face the future fearfully.
I am sunk deep in misery
an unexpected blow which fell.
The grey sky weeps in sympathy.
Life holds no value now for me,
without my love a lonely hell.
I face the future fearfully
The grey sky weeps in sympathy.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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