Bandeño Cantor
Allá en el pueblo bandeño Cosa de Dios o del diablo
Nació pa'l canto del alma el cumpa Mario Galeano
La tierra puso en su sangre misquilas salamanqueras
Pa'l tango, una flor del aire, y un grillo en la chacarera
En sus manos guitarreras Duendes de vinos morados
Pa' que su ángel calavera le cante siempre Machado
Nació pa'l canto del alma el cumpa Mario Galeano
Allá en el pueblo bandeño Cosa de Dios o del diablo
Sale a andar con su destino Suerte de, estaba cargada
Lo lleva la serenata, guitarra y coplas hasta el alba
Se le arrepiente la vida Por tanto amor cuatrereado
Ata y desata tristezas andando lejos del pago
Le llora un gallo de riña En su garganta de arena
Viejo de pluma y espuela de tanto guardar sus penas
Nació pa'l canto del alma el cumpa Mario Galeano
Allá en el pueblo bandeño Cosa de Dios o del diablo
Bandit Singer
Out there in the Bandeño town
A thing of God or the devil
Born for the song of the soul, buddy Mario Galeano
The land put in his blood, mysterious salamanqueras
For tango, a flower of the air, and a cricket in the chacarera
In his guitar-playing hands, elves of purple wines
So his skull angel always sings to him, Machado
Born for the song of the soul, buddy Mario Galeano
Out there in the Bandeño town, a thing of God or the devil
He goes out to walk with his destiny
Luck, it was loaded
He's carried away by the serenade, guitar and verses until dawn
Life regrets him, for so much stolen love
Tying and untying sorrows, walking far from home
A fighting rooster cries for him
In his throat of sand
Old with feather and spur, from holding his sorrows so much
Born for the song of the soul, buddy Mario Galeano
Out there in the Bandeño town, a thing of God or the devil