Oooo, 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...


Oooo, stii de ce plang chitarele?
Le-au ranit amintirile

Tu, iubire, spunele,
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.


[English translation:]

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
Hey, you don't respond to my SMS!


In the streets there's an atmosphere of love
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