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Home Classes LYRICS Essays Links About	LYRICS Check back often for a harvest of tango lyrics translated by Jake Spatz NB: If the verses are out of alignment, try clicking "Refresh" in your web browser. Bandoneón arrabalero     Ghetto-born bandoneón   Music: Juan Bautista Deambrogio Lyrics: Pascual Contursi   Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 08 Feb. 2006, Divino Lounge   Bandoneón arrabalero, viejo fuelle 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. I found you just like a baby abandoned by its mother, you and your old deflated bellows, ghetto-born bandoneón, slouched on the door of a flophouse that had no paint on the walls, spot-lit among the shadows where the little streetlamp shone. Bandoneón, porque ves que estoy triste y cantar ya no puedo, vos sabes que yo llevo en el alma marcao un dolor. Bandoneón, as you look at me in my sadness and see I can sing no more, you understand that I carry a sore inside me, in my soul, left by a burning brand. Te lleve para mi pieza, te acune en mi pecho frio, yo también abandonado me encontraba en el bulin; has querido consolarme con tu voz enronquecida y tus notas doloridas aumento mi berretin. I carried you back to my place, I rocked you upon my freezing chest, for I too found myself deserted there in my rented room; and you did your best to console me with that raspy voice of yours, inflating half my hopes again with your painful little tune. Bandoneón, porque ves que estoy triste y cantar ya no puedo, vos sabes que yo llevo en el alma marcao un dolor. Bandoneón, as you look at me in my sadness and see I can sing no more, you understand that I carry a sore inside me, in my soul, left by a burning brand. Table of Contents Questions? Comments? Email the Editor.
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