Arrabalero bandoneon, old deflated bellows,
I found you like a kid that the mother abandoned
At the door of a convent without a recess on the walls,
In the light of a lantern that at night I enlighten you.
Bandoneon, because you see that I am sad and I can't sing anymore,
You know that I carry a marked pain in my soul.
I took you to my room, I cradle you in my cold chest,
I was also abandoned in the bulin;
You have wanted to console me with your hoarse voice
And your painful notes increased my tantrum.

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