El Pibe De Mi Barrio

The street of my childhood becomes my Wembley
From other neighborhoods come Maradonas and Peles
The greatest cup is a donut with soda
Let go of the ball because my people are enjoying

Chorus:
Every Sunday
I'm the kid from my neighborhood
Two bricks, my stadium
My gang, the neighborhood

The penalty of my soul, on Sundays is not seen
Dribbling the sadness and scoring against my disdain
The Champions League next to my neighborhood is nothing
My town rises when the ball rolls

Chorus
Every Sunday
I'm the kid from my neighborhood
Two bricks, my stadium
My gang, the neighborhood