Keep your hands off my guitar!

I wish, I wish, I wish to present you for good
All my teeming treasures.
I present you all stars in heaven and the moon.
Use it at your pleasure.
Take it from me because I'm serious.
Sunrises, sunsets – they are yours.

Take, I'm not greedy,
The screeching sixties, fifties and forties,
High peaks and low plains trodden by nobody –
Here is my gift, but

Please, keep your hands off my guitar! x3

I wish to present you according to the list
All prodigies of nature.
I present you, but heavens, waves and mists
Don’t fine away. It’s strange, yeah!
I grant, I grant, I don’t begrudge all it.
I treat myself us a man of wealth indeed.

Take, I'm not greedy,
The screeching sixties, fifties and forties,
High peaks and low plains trodden by nobody.
Here is my gift, but

Please, keep your hands off my guitar! x2

[I've told you time out of mind to
Keep your hands off my guitar!
Don't you understand?]

You cannot play the guitar, oh my dear, at all.
I’ve pointed out you the home truth.
I'm glad to grant you the entire world.
I believe we can make things smooth.
I grant, I grant, but know the term before –
You shouldn’t speak about my guitar any more.

Take, I'm not greedy,
All kinds of drizzles, breezes and snows,
Faraway places, oceans and bows,
Rail sleepers and roads, clippers and boats.
Butterfly fishes, peacocks and crows –
Here is my gift, but

Pray, keep your hands off my guitar!
Please, keep your hands off my guitar!
Oh! Keep your hands off my guitar!