Translation in English of "De ce plâng chitarele"

[lupisor]

O-zone - De ce plang chitarele?



Stii de ce plang chitarele ?
Le-au ranit amintirile
Tu iubire spune-le 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
Hei!nu-mi raspunzi la SMS!

Pe strazi pluteste doar dragostea,
Noaptea-i amara fara ea
Ea cheama cheama pe-altcineva
Plange chitara mea!

Stii de ce plang chitarele
Le-au ranit amintirile
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele
Strunele nebunele,
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce a fost nu s-a pierdut!

De ce plang chitarele
Cand rasare soarele
Canta pasarelele
Despre durerea mea!
Pe strazi pluteste doar dragostea
Noaptea-i amara fara ea
Ea cheama cheama pe-altcineva,
Plange chitara mea!

Stii de ce plang chitarele
Le-au ranit amintirile
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele,
Strunele nebunele
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Pe strazi pluteste doar dragostea
Noaptea-i amara fara ea
Ea cheama cheama pe-altcineva,
Plange chitara mea!

Stii de ce plang chitarele,
Le-au ranit amintirile
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!
Plang in noapte strunele,
Strunele nebunele ,
Tu iubire spune-le
Ce-a fost nu s-a pierdut!










Why do guitars cry?




You know why guitars cry?
They've been hurt by the memories
You, love, tell them
What's been has not been lost.
Why do guitards cry?
Only the streets lamps know why
The bitter strings
What might they have lost?



On the street, the girls walk
The coquettish girls
Looking at me they shout
"Hey! You don't answer to my SMS!"
Only love floats on the streets,
The night is bitter without it
She calls, she calls someone else
She cries, my guitar!



You know why guitars cry?
They've been hurt by memories
You, love, tell them
What's been has not been lost!
At night, the strings cry
The crazy strings,
You love tell them
What's been has not been lost!


Why do guitars cry?
When the Sun rises
The birds sing
About my pain!
Only love floats on the streets
The night is bitter without it
She calls, she calls for someone else,
She cries, my guitar!


You know why guitars cry?
They've been hurt by memories
You, love, tell them
What's been has not been lost!
At night, the strings cry,
The crazy strings
You, love, tell them
What's been has not been lost!


Only love floats on the streets,
The night is bitter without it
She calls, she calls someone else
She cries, my guitar


You know why guitars cry?
They've been hurt by memories
You love tell them
What's been has not been lost!
At night, the strings cry,
The crazy strings
You, love, tell them
What's been has not been lost!