Llamado de amor porteño

A whistle, in the night,
is the call heard
in the suburb.
A pause, a door opens,
a girl comes out
the one with the signal.
 
From sidewalk to sidewalk,
the password slips
in the darkness.
The whistle, porteña key,
that she was waiting for
so anxiously awaited.

(whistle)
It seems to go like this:
"Salí, mi piba, salí."
Porteño love call.
It is the wordless romanza
made tango,
that's why it sometimes has echoes
of a pain.
 
(whistling)
It seems to go like this:
"Come out, my girl, come out."
It is a call of love...