Music: Alfredo Attadia
Lyrics: Mario Soto
Translation: Michael Krugman
Recorded by Angel D'Agostino with Angel Vargas in 1943
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Es domingo, Palermo resplandece de sol,
cada pingo en la arena llevará una ilusión.
En las cintas los puros alineados están
y a la voz de “¡Largaron!”
da salida un afán.
En el medio del lote, conteniendo su acción,
hay un jockey que aguarda con serena atención,
ya se apresta a la carga...
griterío infernal.
Emoción que desborda en un bravo final.
¡Arriba viejo Yacaré!
Explota el grito atronador.
Todos castigan con rigor,
pero no hay nada que hacer,
en el disco ya está Antúnez.
Sabés sacar un perdedor,
ganar un Premio Nacional...
Muñeca brava y al final
el tope del marcador
siempre es tu meta triunfal.
(Instrumental)
¡Arriba viejo Yacaré!
Explota el grito atronador.
Todos castigan con rigor,
pero no hay nada que hacer,
en el disco ya está Antúnez.
Sabés sacar un perdedor,
ganar un Premio Nacional...
Muñeca brava y al final
el tope del marcador
siempre es tu meta triunfal.
(Unsung part)
Un artista en las riendas, con coraje de león,
tenés toda la clase que consagra a un campeón.
Dominando la pista con certera visual
el camino del disco vos sabés encontrar.
Las tribunas admiran
tu pericia y tesón
y se rinde a tu arte con intensa emoción.
Se enronquecen gargantas en un loco estallar,
cuando a taco y a lonja
empezás a cargar.
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English
It's Sunday, Palermo glitters in the sun,
Hope rides on every horse in the ring.
The thoroughbreds toe the line
And at the shout of “They’re off!”
they leap out of the gate.
In the middle of the pack, biding his time,
A jockey waits with quiet poise.
Now he's getting ready to charge...
an infernal outcry...
He hits the home stretch and the crowd goes wild.
"Come on, Alligator!"
The deafening cry explodes.
They all flog like crazy
But it’s no use:
Antúnez is already in the winner’s circle.
You sure know how to pick a loser
To win a Grand National...
Wild Angel? What a longshot!
But there she is, the top of the scoreboard,
As always your triumphant finish line.
(Instrumental)
"Come on, Alligator!"
The deafening cry explodes.
They all flog like crazy
But it’s no use:
Antúnez is already in the winner’s circle.
You sure know how to pick a loser
To win a Grand National...
Wild Angel? What a longshot!
But there she is, the top of the scoreboard,
As always your triumphant finish line.
(Unsung part)
An artist at the reins, the courage of a lion,
All the marks of a true champion.
Surveying the track like a sharpshooter,
The path to the winner’s circle is in your sights.
In the grandstand they all marvel
at your tenacity and skill,
Your winning ways have got them all wound up.
In one crazy outburst they yell themselves hoarse
When hell for leather
you start your furious charge.
Note: Elias Antunez, the jockey that is sung in this tango was from Corrientes region. People from Corrientes were often nicknamed as Yacare (caiman that live in Corrientes).
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