Una Tarde

On November 14th, on a hot Sunday
I arrived at the racetrack nervous, with two million borrowed
The horse, keeping an eye on us, had surprised us
And today we threw a mouse that unloads four kilos

There were ten looking to reach the mile first
Jaramillo calls the colts to the roundabout
The gray mare from the Jaras suddenly lunges
But then calms down and goes at a trot by the edge

In the one, Araya's horse with spice on the saddlecloth
And with the two, mine runs, from the stud, the drunkard
With the three, Rodrigo Blanco from the firmament stud
He has all the wind, well paid in the tickets

The Beto runs the four, a mustachioed man from Mendoza
And the five goes with Chupino, ready to leave them still
With the six goes Mamina's, and the seven is from the Jaras
The eight from the Contreras, his paradise is the stud

The nine had just entered half a head on the street
Pepito Valle was running it because he knew it well
And the ten, one of Farías' from the stud, never fail me
Three bodies ahead, if my mind doesn't fail me

The Pingó is going to fight when we enter the straight
The only one I suspect is the Zaino from the Arayas
I told the apprentice: Calm down, be patient
Stay alert and take advantage if there's a little gap left
Don't forget that Noriega surpasses him in experience

I was watching the clock for the sport and it was giving 5.50
And this bunch of gamblers say the favorite is a sure thing
Gorosito was taking care of him, a well-known figure in the races
The owners, some rich owners of a good life

I touched the bills as if for the last time
And although I always have faith, especially if my horse is running
Today if he wins, I'll faint because of the sentiment
And on the screen appears the increment sign

First, I bet a million to control the folder
And the jockeys already mounted, parading to the track
And if I lose, I always have someone to give me a rematch
The money was burning me like any gambler

And I bet the other million, in the end that's why I brought it
My rivals are in suits, sweating from the heat
Already standing in the stands, my stomach was twisting
And the trainer didn't even look at me, thinking about the race

And Nico was rolling a joint because of the nerves he had
And the banker who calls me, says
Did you cover yourself?, you have them under your arm, tell me and I'll bet
He studies the race, the underdog ends up being the banker

We didn't finish the joint when the bell rang
And the starter calling one by one to the starting gate
Contreras' horse doesn't want to enter, withdraw it, mate
Compared to the group, that one was the most even

'I give the row with the four,' said a man in a shirt
As if he had it fixed, looking for a rival
While I look at the magazine and say: And this debutant?
Finally, they all entered after a three-minute wait

And so the race started, the four took off ahead
And I say: This lookout already has us in his sights
As soon as they start, Valle's horse collides with Chupino
They almost hit mine, which miraculously escaped

The mare was in chaos along with Farías'
If one fell, it would throw all the others
And Araya's, like crazy, seeing that he lost the whip
Then the Beto was four lengths ahead

And the man in the shirt shouting: They'll see you in the showers
Further back in a tough fight, Contreras with the white one
And half a body waiting, mine next to the poles
I ask the sky for a gift for me in the final stretch

Since that collision at the start left three disconnected
The debutant was dominating, stepping on the nine hundred
And ours was coming, trusting in his sprint
Suddenly Contreras' horse goes in search of the leader

It was being ridden by a Brazilian they called Panchito
And mine was getting comfortable with a slight movement
And there I shout: Don't rush, there's still a long way to go
If they keep fighting up front, they'll arrive without strength

You wait, stay alert, change hands and move
And in the elbow, give him a tap on the shoulders
They hit the straight and the debutant is ahead by a neck
And that annoying Brazilian was shouting in his language

And mine was already turning in line with the white one
And to be frank with you, I thought he was going to beat them
And suddenly the Shorty on the outside gains ground
And he's already third when he hits the three hundred

And there I stood up from my seat because things were changing
And Nico was shouting with a face of suffering
And the debutant stops, gave everything he had
And Panchito was taking the lead, but still not hitting

And ours neither, and little by little he was getting closer
One hundred and fifty to go, Panchito one length ahead
And by the poles, the spicy one was hitting him with the whip
And mine, taking advantage, was going light as a feather

There they go neck and neck and the horse was slowing down
A chubby guy shouting: Enrique, save the place
I don't even have money for sandals, don't send me to steal!
And I start to cry because I feel like he was winning

And Nico bursts into tears with El Mero of joy
I told you he wouldn't lose if they left him a gap
And looking at him from afar, they thanked the kid
With five photographs, they put together a nice picture

And among the four of them hugging the horse, they had him
What a horse, my goodness, the Cordobans were shouting
And the fans waiting to take a picture
And the banker slowly escaping from the racetrack

In the end, it paid nine pesos when the increment went up
To two million five hundred, you do the math
And between the two, they decided to give the kid fifty
So he keeps running, and may he never realize

It was an afternoon of joys, of mixed feelings
Knowing that passions don't wait for another day
There's no guarantee in this without reaching the finish line
It seems like the Zorrito pushed him from up there

Greetings to the owners, the stable boys, the lookouts
And to the owners of the second, they're invited if they're not scared
To the field you want and the distance you like
But this time it will be me running without the whip