El Silbon

His name
Makes tremble
The most painted
Of the plain

And so
Torments the calm
In the dark
Rainy nights

In the days of May
In the plain appears a horrible vision
In the days of May
In the plain appears the terrible whistler

He pursues
And terrorizes
Through the paths
Of the savannah

He wants
Innocent people
To abruptly
Take their souls

In the days of May
In the plain appears a horrible vision
In the days of May
In the plain appears the terrible whistler

And the legend tells us
That the whistler killed his father
To devour him
And that cursed by the mother
He was eternally condemned
To suffer, to wander, to grieve

He carries
On his back
As penance
The bones of the old man

And lets
His whistle be heard
Which is the lament
Of his torment

In the days of May
In the plain appears a horrible vision
In the days of May
In the plain appears the terrible whistler