Silbando

A street in Barracas to the south
A summer night
When the sky is bluer
And sweeter is the song of the Italian boat

With its dim light, a lantern
Flickers in the shadows
And in a doorway is a gallant
Talking with his love

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

And a howl crosses the sky
Of some stray dog
And a pensive prisoner whistles this song

A street, a lantern, she and he
And arriving stealthily
The shadow of that man
To whom the unfaithful girl once left

A moan and a deadly cry
And shining among the shadows
The glint with which a knife
Deals its fatal blow

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

And to the tune that the bellows resound
In the echo it lingers
And the soul of the milonga
Is expressing its emotion