El Duende Del Bandoneon
Comienza a pechar
La gente a llegar
Porque el baile ya empezó
Se pone a tocar y empieza a cuerpear
Miguel con su bandoneón
Su fuelle por ahí, le pide tomar
Un trago en el mostrador
¿será que tendra reseca la voz
De puro trasnochador?
Permiso señor: ¡yo quiero pasar!
¡También santiagueño soy!
No puedo faltar allí donde está
Tocando Miguel simón
Sabe que no puedo faltar allí donde está
Tocando Miguel simón
La noche al pasar
Se quiere quedar
Farreando de Sol a Sol
Y meta teclear no quiere aflojar
Miguel con su bandoneón
yo sé que a Miguel lo sabe encontrar
El duende del bandoneón
Y después con el se quiere quedar
Metido en su corazón
The Bandoneon's Elf
Starts to push
People start to arrive
Because the dance has already begun
He starts to play and starts to move
Miguel with his bandoneon
His bellows over there, asking for a drink
At the bar
Could it be that his voice is hoarse
From being a night owl?
Excuse me sir: I want to pass!
I'm also from Santiago!
I can't miss where he is
Playing, Miguel, for sure
He knows I can't miss where he is
Playing, Miguel, for sure
As the night goes by
He wants to stay
Partying from sunrise to sunset
And typing away, he doesn't want to stop
Miguel with his bandoneon
I know that Miguel knows how to find
The bandoneon's elf
And afterwards, he wants to stay
Embedded in his heart