El Silbador
Aguavá
The Whistler
I'm the one who goes whistling
Late into the night on the roads
And who turns into a troublemaker
When everyone has already left
The one who goes through the night
Shadow lost in the shadows
The sorrow that accompanies him
Lengthens in the whistle
Singing in the woods
My song wants to crucify me
The morning star among the branches
Starts to cry
I'm the one in the sand dunes
Of the Chaco, leaving behind
A footprint that at dawn
The wind will cover
When I finish leaving
Maybe when I'm arriving
My horse with my shadow
Will come to erase their steps
