El Silbidito
Jorge Cafrune
The Little Whistle
(Chacarera)
The girl who loves me
Must be to my liking
She must come out to the door
When I whistle to her
If I don't pass by your house
Don't call me little boy
Because your dad caught me
When I was whistling to you
The local priest found out
And got me into trouble
The priest was following her
And I was whistling to her
That's how the story ends
Of my loves
The priest took her away
And I was left whistling
