El Yacaré (part. Ángel Vargas)

It's Sunday, Palermo shines with the sun
Every horse on the sand
Carries a dream
In the starting gate, the purebreds are aligned
And the starting voice
Is released with eagerness

In the middle of the pack
Containing their action
There's a horse waiting
With calm attention
The load is getting ready
A deafening scream would erupt
Overflowing with emotion
In a fierce final

Up, old alligator
The thunderous shout explodes
Everyone punishes rigorously
But there's nothing to be done
Antúnez is already at the finish line

You know how to turn a loser
Into a national champion
Brave doll
And in the end
The top of the leaderboard
Is always your triumphant goal