Bandoneon arrabalero,
viejo fueye desinflado,
te encontre como a un pebete
que la madre abandono,
en la puerta de un convento
sin revoque en las paredes,
a la luz de un farolito
que de noche te alumbro.

Bandoneon,
porque ves que estoy triste
y cantar ya no puedo,
vos sabes
que yo llevo en el alma
marcao un dolor.

Te lleve para mi pieza,
te acune en mi pecho frio,
yo tambien abandonado
me encontraba en el bulin.
Has querido consolarme
con tu voz enronquecida
y tu nota dolorida
aumento mi berretin.

Bandoneon of the slum,
old deflated bellow
I found you like a baby
that a mother abandoned,
at the door of a convent
without stucco in the walls,
under the light of a little lamp
that at night it illuminated you.

Bandoneon,
because you see that I am sad
and I can no longer sing,
you know
that I carry in the soul
branded a pain.

I took you to my room,
I cuddled you against my cold chest,
I was also left abandoned
in my digs.
You have wanted to console me
with your rasping voice
and your painful note
increased my illusion.