Che bandoneón [English translation]

The spirit of your song, hey, accordion

takes pity on the pain of others,

and when I press your sleepy bellows

it gets close to the heart that is suffering the most.

Estercita and Mimí, like Ninón,

leaving behind their destinies made of percale

wore finally shrouds made of rayon

to the funeral echo of your song.

Accordion,

tonight is a night for partying

and I can tell you the truth

drink by drink, sorrow by sorrow, tango by tango,

trapped in the madness

of alchohol and bitterness.

Accordion,

Why name her so much?

Don't you see the heart wants to forget?

and she returns night after night like a song

in the tears of your weeping

Hey, accordion!

Your song is the love that never was

and the heaven we once dream about

and the dear friend who sank

bracing himself in the storm of one love.

And, oh, that tremendous desire to weep

that sometimes overwhelms us unexpectedly,

and the downing of a drink that makes us remember

if our soul is not right, hey, accordion

Accordion,

tonight is a night for partying

and I can tell you the truth

drink by drink, sorrow by sorrow, tango by tango,

trapped in the madness

of alchohol and bitterness.

Accordion,

Why name her so much?

Don't you see the heart wants to forget?

and she returns night after night like a song

in the tears of your weeping

Hey, accordion!