El Sueño Del Pibe
Francisco Canaro
The Dream of the Kid
They knocked on the door of the humble house
The voice of the mailman was heard very clearly
And the kid running with all his desires
Accidentally stepped on the white puppy
Mommy, mommy — he approached shouting
The mother, surprised, left the laundry tub
And the kid said to her, laughing and crying
Today the club has sent me the summons
Beloved mommy
I will earn money
I will be a Baldonedo
A Martino or a Boye
The boys say
From the Argentine west
That I have a better shot
Than the great Bernabe
You'll see how nice
When there in the field
My goals are applauded
I will be a winner
I will play in the fifth division
Then in the first division
I know that consecration awaits me
The boy was sleeping
And that night he had
The most beautiful dream
He could have
The stadium full
Glorious Sunday
Finally in the first division
They were going to see him
With one minute left, it's still tied at zero
He took the ball, calm in his action
Dribbling past everyone, he faced the goalkeeper
And with a strong shot, he broke the score
