Silbando Bajito

Let's whistle softly,
A little gaucho song to disguise.
While we climb the hill,
That costs us so much
And makes us tremble.
May it drizzle lightly,
The kids from the stands cheer.
When, among drums and whistles,
You hear the shouts
Of those who are not here.
When, among drums and whistles,
You hear the shouts
Of those who are not here.

Through the city of hysteria,
Leaving miseries, vanity goes.
With its party dress
It asks the orchestra
To start playing.
Today, the united peoples
Have been defeated
By so much evil.
It's just that in the deserted streets
The only queen is loneliness.
It's just that in the deserted streets
The only queen is loneliness.

I need a love
To get through the winter.
A secret love,
A glass of wine,
A ticket to hell.