Bandeño Cantor
Los Manseros Santiagueños
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
