Bandoneón arrabalero

Neighborhood bandoneón
old deflated squeeze box,
I found you like a little kid
that a mother left behind,
at the door of a convent,
with the walls all cracked,
in the glow of a little lantern
that lit you up at night.

Bandoneón
'cause you see I'm feeling down and can't sing anymore,
you know
that I carry in my soul
a pain that's marked.

I took you to my room
rocked you in my cold chest...
I too, abandoned,
was lost in the dive...
You wanted to comfort me
with your hoarse voice
and your aching notes
just fueled my obsession.