In a world where silence ruled, No song was heard beneath the moon, No drum could rise, no voices call, No strings were played behind the walls. Then one night beneath the dust, He found six strings and weathered wood, He hid it where the shadows sleep, And played so soft, so low, so deep. Quiet hands, a hidden fire, Every note became desire. Toca, toca la guitarra, Aunque el mundo diga no, Cada nota es una llama Que despierta el corazón. Canta, canta sin miedo, Que la música volvió, Toca, toca la guitarra, Hasta despertar el sol. Years went by, the boy had grown, Still he played when no one knew, Then a sickness closed the doors, And painted every street in blue. From his window came a sound, Soft at first, then all around, One by one the people came, Following that little flame. Quiet hands, a rising fire, Every heartbeat climbing higher. Toca, toca la guitarra, Aunque el mundo diga no, Cada nota es una llama Que despierta el corazón. Canta, canta sin miedo, Que la música volvió, Toca, toca la guitarra, Hasta despertar el sol. Heavy footsteps filled the street, Cold eyes burning in the night, But before they raised a hand, Someone joined the song in light. Then another voice joined in, Then a clap, a laugh, a grin, Even those who came to stop Let their weapons slowly drop. From one window to another, From one city to the next, Every rooftop found a rhythm, Every heartbeat joined the song. Even the ruler, from his tower, Heard the music, bowed his head, Then he ended every ban, And the silence finally fled. Toca, toca la guitarra, Ya no pueden decir no, Cada nota es una llama, Cada pecho un corazón. Canta, canta sin miedo, Que la música ganó, Toca, toca la guitarra, Hasta despertar el sol. Toca, toca la guitarra, Que se escuche alrededor, Cada calle, cada casa, Cada alma, cada voz. Canta, canta sin miedo, Que la noche terminó, Toca, toca la guitarra, Y que viva para siempre el son. Toca... toca la guitarra... Que la música volvió.
