Silbando

A street in Barracas down south
A summer night
When the sky is bluer
And the Italian boat's song is sweeter

With its dim light, a lantern
Flickers in the shadows
And in a hallway stands a guy
Talking to his love

And from the end of the dock
Moaning in a languid lament
The echo brings an accent
Of a monotonous accordion

And a howl crosses the sky
From some stray dog
And a pensive convict is whistling this song

A street, a lantern, her and him
And stealthily approaching
The shadow of that man
Who was once betrayed by the ungrateful girl

A moan and a deadly scream
And shining through the shadows
The glint with which a knife
Delivers its fatal cut

And from the end of the dock
Moaning in a languid lament
The echo brings an accent
Of a monotonous accordion

And to the rhythm that the bellows groan
In the echo it prolongs
And the soul of the milonga
Is expressing its emotion