Motivos de Un Sentimiento

Here I start to count
Reasons for a feeling
That cannot be explained
And even though I don't fit
The type
Of the fan who breaks legs
To defend his team

To understand what's happening
You have to have cried inside
The Calderón, which is my home

Or the Metropolitano
Where my grandfather cried
With my dad by his side

What a way to endure
What a way to grow
What a way to feel
What a way to dream
What a way to learn
What a way to suffer
What a way to lose
What a way to win
What a way to live

What a way to go up and down from the clouds
Long live my Atleti from Madrid!

Ufarte, Kiko, Juninho, Ratón, Ayala, Pantic, Heredia
Antic, Levinha, Adelardo, Toni, Simeone
Grifa, Pereira
Peiró, Calleja, Ovejero
Such and such and a certain head
Big shoes from Hortaleza
Ben Barek and Caminero
Walk of the melancholics
Manzanares how much I love you

Don't ask me why
The red and white colors
Go with my way of being

Not meringues nor browns
I like stripes
Rascals of the mattresses

Look how much of a mattress fan I am
That I pass by Concha Espina
Like a stranger passes by

Like the Indian squatters
Who camp with their flags
On the banks of the Pupas

What a way to endure
What a way to grow
What a way to feel
What a way to dream
What a way to learn
What a way to suffer
What a way to lose
What a way to win
What a way to die

What a way to risk the pelvis in the derby
Long live my Atleti from Madrid!

Solozábal, Súper López, Rivilla
Santi, Jayo, Aguilera
Vavá, Gárate, Mendoça, Futre
Collar, take the lead!
They clear the dirty play
A couple of Lucio's balls
Rubén Cano's dribbles
Two big brother's tits
And an heir prince
Little heart of a mattress fan

For the Intercontinental
Ask for the troop class
Another Recopa at the bar

We don't lose our cool
I wouldn't trade your Neptune
For your Cibeles catwalk

You're a hundred years old
And you're younger than the kid
Who gallops down the wings

And the fans by your side
Because they're addicted to the poison
Of the poisoned ball

What a way to endure
What a way to grow
What a way to feel
What a way to dream
What a way to learn
What a way to suffer
What a way to lose
What a way to win
What a way to live

With money and without money we are the first
Long live my Atleti from Madrid!

Atlético de Aviación, what a passion
A century of flight hours
Two years in the toilet after a double
Touching the sky
Flying to the attic
Crying in the corners
Going down to the sewer
Caressing balls
Infarcting on the banks
Of the Manzanares the hearts

What a way to endure
What a way to grow
What a way to feel
What a way to dream
What a way to learn
What a way to suffer
What a way to lose
What a way to win
What a way to die

What a way to go up and down from the clouds
Long live my Atleti from Madrid!
What a way to travel to glory shouting
Long live my Atleti from Madrid!
What a way to say happy birthday
And toast to my Atleti from Madrid!