Che, Bandoneón

The spirit of your sound, hey, bandoneón,
feels the pain of others.
And when I hear your sleepy bellows,
it gets close to the heart that suffers most.
Estercita and Mimí, like Ninón,
leaving their silk dreams behind,
they ended up dressed in rayon shrouds,
at the funeral echo of your song.

Bandoneón, tonight's a night for dancing.
And I can confess the truth to you.
Glass by glass, sorrow by sorrow, tango by tango,
wrapped up in the madness of booze and bitterness,
bandoneón, why mention it so much,
don't you see the heart's forgotten,
but it comes back, night after night,
like a song in the drops of your tears,
hey, bandoneón.

Your song is the love that never happened
and the sky we once dreamed of
and the brotherly friend who sank
struggling through the storms of desire.
And those overwhelming urges to cry
that sometimes flood us without reason.
And the shot of liquor
that helps us remember
if the soul is in disarray,
hey, bandoneón.

Bandoneón, tonight's a night for dancing.
And I can confess the truth to you.
Glass by glass, sorrow by sorrow, tango by tango,
wrapped up in the madness of booze and bitterness,
bandoneón, why mention it so much,
don't you see the heart's forgotten,
but it comes back, night after night,
like a song in the drops of your tears,
hey, bandoneón.