Decime Carbonero

Tell me Carbonero how you were born bitter
Tell me Carbonero, always leaving in bad times
The years go by and I see a big difference
That your group doesn't cheer, and this group is always partying

You throw stones at the players, ooohhh
While I defend these colors to the death, ooohhh
One thing I tell you Carbonero,
I know it hurts, I know it's ugly,
But your fans lack balls.