Bandoneon Arrabalero
Bandoneon arrabalero, viejo fuelle desinflado,
Te encontre como a un pebete que la madre abandono
En la puerta de un convento sin reboque en las paredes,
A la luz de un farolito que de noche te alumbro.
Bandoneon, porque ves que estoy triste y cantar ya no puedo,
Vos sabes que yo llevo en el alma marcao un dolor.
Te lleve a mi pieza, te acune en mi pecho frio,
Yo tambin abandonado me encontraba en el bulin;
Has querido consolarme con tu voz enronquecida
Y tus notas doloridas aumento mi berretin.
Arrabal Bandoneon
Arrabal bandoneon, old deflated bellows,
I found you like a kid that was abandoned by his mother
At the door of a convent with no plaster on the walls,
In the light of a little lantern that illuminated you at night.
Bandoneon, why do you see that I'm sad and can't sing anymore,
You know that I carry a marked pain in my soul.
I took you to my room, I cradled you in my cold chest,
I too was abandoned, I found myself in the brothel;
You tried to console me with your hoarse voice
And your sorrowful notes increased my longing.
Escrita por: P. Contursi / Deambroggio