Alma de Bandoneón
Enrique Santos Discépolo
Bandoneón Soul
I made fun of you
Because I didn't understand you
Nor did I comprehend your pain.
I had the feeling
That your cruel song
Had been stolen, bandoneón...
Now I truly understand
The desperation
That stirs you to moan
You're a caterpillar that wanted
To be a butterfly before dying!
It was your voice,
Bandoneón,
That confided in me
The pain
Of the failure
That is in your moan;
A voice that is the essence
Of dark and unforgiving life,
Of the one who dreamed of flying
And drags his illusion
Crying...
Just like you, I dreamed...
Just like you, I lived
Without reaching my ambition.
Bandoneón soul
-Soul that I carry within me-
Voice of misfortune and love,
I will seek you when I die,
I will call you in my farewell,
To ask for your forgiveness,
And as I hold you in my arms,
To give you in pieces
My heart.
