De Ce Plang Chitarele (translation) 가사

De Ce Plang Chitarele (Do You Know Why The Guitars Cry?) 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