The bandoneon has got
its own reasons to growl;
during this night of champagne,
I have no sadness to claim…
I don’t have to hide
any love from the past.
No pain to dig up.
If by any chance,
pain floats about,
I want my friends, all to know…
that whilst everyone was out
tonight,
being its old self, the bandoneon,
did something too;
for the sake of it, nothing more,
it started to cry, out of the blue.

Bandoneon, you’re sadly growling,
I can feel pain, through hearing your howling,
Bandoneon, your funeral rhythm,
is one for a brave requiem…
One must laugh…
One must sing…
It’s better to lie
our suffering…
Me, like you,
I suffer too,
Brother bandoneon,
don’t cry anymore.
Friends, I’d like to toast,
“to life passing us here”…
Let’s raise a glass
fizzing with champagne…
Laughter flaunts its cheer
like a happy little bell,
this same laughter,
that chokes in our mouths.
And if by any chance sobbing floats about,
don’t worry, my friends…
because tonight, whilst everyone was partying,
being its old self, the bandoneon,
did something too;
for the sake of it, nothing more,
it started to cry, out of the blue.