Alma de bandoneón

I made fun of you
because I did not understand you
nor did I understand your pain.
I had the feeling
that your cruel song
you had stolen it, bandoneon...
I only now understand well
the despair
that stirs you when you moan
You are a caterpillar that wanted
to be a butterfly before dying!

It was your voice,
bandoneon,
that entrusted me
the pain
of failure
that is in your moaning;
voice that is the background
of the dark life
and unforgiven,
of the one who dreamed of flying
and drags his illusion
crying for it...

Just like you I dreamed...
Just like you I lived
without reaching my ambition.
Soul of a bandoneon
-soul that I drag in me-
voice of misfortune and love,
I will look for you when I die,
I will call you in my goodbye,
to ask your forgiveness,
and when I clasp you in my arms,
to give you in pieces
my heart in pieces.