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