A Quien Le Puede Importar (part. Ángel Vargas)

Moans the deep and grumbling bandoneon
In the nightly revelry
That in my heart your joyful sound
Makes my sorrow deeper

With your sentimental shavings
You tangle my old trouble

An old trouble
That has left me
In love, cornered
And forgotten forever

Without a single caress
To ease my sadness
His evil laughter haunts me and haunts me
While your bandoneon continues its requiem

Who can even care about my bandoneon
That I have been good
Who can even care
About someone else's soap opera

If she, who was my love
Didn't care about my dejection
Who can even care about my bandoneon
My suffering