Bandoneon Arrabalero

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.