El besolla f.s.

It's 4 in the afternoon, a Saturday in full Panben,
and I just ate, with a full belly
and a dribble in my stomach from the huge plate of stew I've had.

The sun hits my face, you take two puffs and you're left with the mess.
I head towards the curve at a good pace, first! Today we have a little match.

We are Besolla, a very deadly team, delighting the audience,
that's how you'll see us play, making our name remembered by every rival,
and we still have that rhythm as a shield to embroider.

Sky blue is the uniform you see,
undisputed quality with the ball at our feet,
if we've been causing damage in this league for eight years, what about the trophy?
it keeps growing, what do you think?

Haven't I introduced myself? Sorry, I'm the delegate,
the one who might stumble upon a fishbone.
Good afternoon referee, here are the player cards, have a good match, officiate well,
don't cheat, stick to the game.

We spend a fortune and they take it away,
playing in this league under a shitty city council,
subscribing every year costs us a fortune,
just for the field to end up all cracked.

The match begins and Langui is distracted,
so distracted that I haven't even noticed the time passing,
Buba, the guy next to me, is the second delegate and when we're at concerts,
he signs the attendance sheet, and now 'Go Besolla!' is heard in the stands,
the fans and their smoke sharing scarves, and go on, follow it, how beautiful, do it,
shoot, shoooot...

Oh, if I knew how many 'ohs' there would be in a match,
I wouldn't be so nervous, on edge, uneasy, in a breath,
if I knew how many 'ohs' would hit the crossbar,
nervous, on edge, uneasy, in a breath, I wouldn't be.

'Hey, one stays'... If to avoid a great goal I make a fool of myself,
bullterrier scratches, I give a show! I make big saves and who stops a penalty?. Far from
playing as a makeshift defender, cutting like Ricardo Rocha, don't give me a backpass, I'll
bring out the axe!. And even if it's the last one, I have the skill and cunning, I have no lack of it,
we already have four fouls, let my elegance solve it, a tendency not to go to one side and bear the pull,
the luck of the champion with a threepeat seems like a myth to me, Besolla from Pan Bendito!
The fans shout, fierce and enslaved, wondering, what will Antón do?

Ending like Disneyworld, Laudrup, pass into space, club glamour, few chosen ones, lights on,
disappearing in the decisive minutes, rap stars if anything, harassed by a rival, give and go, change of pace, wall pass, 'Felucho who controls it, cuts, turns, shoots, set it up for me!...

[Chorus]

Mother, what a control the beast has pulled off,
with a neck that says 'wherever I go' and if you knew what!
he's been a great player in whatever team he's been in.
And look at him doing it on the wing, the monster,
wearing number ten on his back and a contracture or cramp, huh?,
what the opponent left in his waist.

I've been trying for hundreds of years to convince myself
that I couldn't really be a footballer, are you satisfied with watching? No!
with scoring? Well, do you do it with a header? It depends on the field, I take a ball and do a bicycle kick, if not then as a goalkeeper,
Rico respects me, Porreta

What are you saying?, that you tune in, you've done them with a pen and say they're veins.
Come on, get off the field, the second half is starting, and Besolla is ready to win.

And that's how it is, you can't change it.
No matter the sponsorship, the uniform or the tracksuit.
We show respect towards the opponent, first and foremost.
And that's how I want the matches to end, without injuries, I hope.
Football fans, let's keep playing a fun game,
short passes, control the game,
if you're injured, buddy ask for a substitution,
controls and nutmegs get a good bath,
very important to control it on the first touch, tight wall
the effect is evident, and with composure, place it, shoot it, score one more goal, one more.

[Chorus]

Champions, champions Besolla.
It doesn't matter if we wear Mayadra, Puma or Decathlon.
We feel the colors more than a chameleon.
Passing through La Mina, El Gallur or Patacón.
Champions, champions Besolla.
We look for the space and we score another goal.
Goooooal...