Una canción régia

Daniel Rabinovich: And now, for dessert, nothing better than a little music. Hey, musicians! Musicians! Sing!
Jorge Maronna: Majesty, we have composed a little song in honor of your wife, the queen.
Daniel Rabinovich: Well, go ahead.

(While Jorge sings, voices of admiration and laughter are heard in the background)

Jorge Maronna:
Sweet queen of mine,
a new fantasy
in each new verse
I wish to show you.
I don't want to say more
what you already know.

The day I met you
your intelligence seemed very grand,
I saw your tiny nose.
I saw your hair
falling over your waist.
And your motherly breasts.

And now you see the shadow
of one who loves you without hope.
You see the tears of the unhappy.
Because you belong to another,
you are only... your husband's.

(Applause)

Daniel Rabinovich: Bravo! Bravo! I would like to hear it once more... but I would prefer it as a duet.
Jorge Maronna: But... I only have one voice, Majesty.
Daniel Rabinovich: Let that other musician, the one with the viola, sing.
Carlos Núñez Cortés: I don't know the lyrics, Majesty.
Daniel Rabinovich: Oh, well. Then, sing it in canon.
Jorge Maronna: In... where?
Daniel Rabinovich: In canon. That way where one sings first and then the other imitates. You start, and you who don't know the lyrics, repeat what he sings... What's wrong, don't you know what a canon is?
Jorge Maronna: Oh, yes, yes, you know...

Jorge Maronna: Sweet queen of mine, a new fantasy in each new verse...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Sweet queen of mine...
Jorge Maronna: I wish to show you.
Carlos Núñez Cortés: A new fantasy in each new verse...
Jorge Maronna: I don't want to say more...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: I wish to show you.
Jorge Maronna: What you already know.

(Astonished voices)

Jorge Maronna: The day I met you, it seemed...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: The day I met you...
Jorge Maronna: Very grand...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: It seemed...
Jorge Maronna: Your intelligence...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Very grand...
Jorge Maronna: I saw your nose...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Your intelligence...
Jorge Maronna: Tiny...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: I saw your nose...
Jorge Maronna: I saw your hair...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Tiny...
Jorge Maronna: Falling over your waist...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: I saw your hair...
Jorge Maronna: And your breasts...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Falling over your waist.

(Once again, astonished voices)

Jorge Maronna: And now you see the shadow of one who loves you without hope...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: And now you see the shadow...
Jorge Maronna: You see the tears...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Of one who loves you without hope...
Jorge Maronna: Of the unhappy.
Carlos Núñez Cortés: You see the tears...
Jorge Maronna: Because you belong to another. You are only...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Of the unhappy...
Jorge Maronna: Your husband.

(Voices, noises, and thuds are heard)

Jorge Maronna: No... no, Majesty...
Carlos Núñez Cortés: Sorry... Your Highness... it wasn't my intention...