La yegua mía

Núñez and Rabinovich:
I sing this victory with joy
'Cause my mare loves me so much.

Carlos Núñez Cortés: Mine
Daniel Rabinovich: No, mine
Carlos Núñez Cortés: No, no, Daniel, the mare was mine
Daniel Rabinovich: No, my mare
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Daniel, if I say that... Yours?

Núñez and Rabinovich:
'Cause she loves me so much and shows it
Long live our mare.

Carlos Núñez Cortés: Right, I’ll take the back end
Daniel Rabinovich: I’ll take the front
Carlos Núñez Cortés: And what about the other two ends?
Daniel Rabinovich: They’re taken

Núñez and Rabinovich:
Since she was a filly, wild and free
My black-and-white mare whinnies with glee.

Carlos Núñez Cortés: Black, Daniel
Daniel Rabinovich: No, white
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Daniel, she was black
Daniel Rabinovich: White
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Black
Daniel Rabinovich: She must have gotten dirty
Carlos Núñez Cortés: But... look, Daniel, let’s leave it at that, okay?
Daniel Rabinovich: Where to?

Núñez and Rabinovich:
Since she was a filly, free and happy
Long live the gray mare.

We’ve sung a victory with a thousand pleasures
For the good of men, and of women.

Daniel Rabinovich: What can I say about women?

Carlos Núñez Cortés: What can I say...? And what can you say about women?
Daniel Rabinovich: Nothing, Car... what can I say...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: That they’re loving, the joy of the home
Daniel Rabinovich: No, Car... it’s the lyrics of the victory I’m singing

Núñez and Rabinovich:
What a pleasant life, in my own way
When I’m just fine out in the fields.

Carlos Núñez Cortés: Inside, Daniel
Daniel Rabinovich: Outside, Carlos
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Ca... Daniel, it’s out in the fields
Daniel Rabinovich: Out in the fields
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Field... Daniel...
Daniel Rabinovich: It’s for this side of the record
Carlos Núñez Cortés: For this side of the record, I’m telling you
Daniel Rabinovich: No, sir...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: It’s... Daniel, let’s meet in the middle
Daniel Rabinovich: Alright

Núñez and Rabinovich:
What a pleasant life when one goes
To the fields halfway.

Daniel Rabinovich: Aaahh...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Now it’s good, now it’s better. No, because if not, just imagine that...

Núñez and Rabinovich:
If they give me a heavy, long task
Nothing drives me more than a sweet-bitter mate.

Carlos Núñez Cortés: Sweet
Daniel Rabinovich: Bitter
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Sweet, Daniel
Daniel Rabinovich: No, bitter
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Daniel, a bitter mate is... it’s horrible, horrendous
Daniel Rabinovich: What?
Ernesto Acher: Hey, stop, we’re recording. We’re recording!

Núñez and Rabinovich:
Nothing drives me more and benefits me
Than saying a tea with milk.

We’ve sung in duet, both together
About mare, fields, and mate, this is our victory
That I say was a tie. Aahh...