Mi Primer Gol

In the field of my life
I wanted to test my luck
And I put on the colors
Of the hope I dreamed of
I tried a dribble
But with your great defense
You properly stopped me
When there was nothing to be done

I wasn't intimidated by that
And when I found a clear path
In the goal of your eyes
I took the final shot
And once again, when I was alone
The referee of your old man
Right near your goal
The offside whistle sounded

If you have become a professional
In your love of arrogance
Don't catch me if I mess up
I'm just a poor amateur

But let me settle
Around your soul
I will sign a contract
In the book of love

When my light line
Works you up with enthusiasm
With a lot of skill
I will manage to dominate you
And when I feel encouraged
By the fans of sentiment
It will be hard for your defense
To thwart my advance

And you'll see when I enter a fire
With the beat of the left ping
That, with a center to my lips
I'll corner you
Not even the foul of your intentions
Will prevent the fall
When I place the first goal
In the net of your lips

I know you're catching on
As I ring my play
And seeing me go crazy
Shooting aimlessly
I know that without realizing
You'll find yourself dizzy
When I start playing ball
At the goal of the heart