Bolso Querido

Dear bag, I will never abandon you
Every game I die to cheer for you
I am sick for your colors
A feeling impossible to explain
In Porto Alegre we show our support
We were the home team in the visiting stadium
Because history is never forgotten
You are the dean and it hurts the chicken
You are the drug that I hope never runs out
I am from the 'bolso' and I have balls
If not, ask the damn 'carbonero'
Oh dear Nacional, let's put our balls into it, I ask you
Oh dear Nacional, this band is the one that always accompanies you in good times and bad times and never, never, will leave you
Never will leave you, come on, come on, come on