No es posible un mundo mejor con arbitros bomberos

I don't know if the stadium lights blinded him in the corner, Mr. referee
Or if it was the central back who covered him just at the peak moment
But we came from so far, Mr. referee, with flags in our hands
For you to steal our illusion like this
Mr. referee, it wasn't a penalty

And I swear, from where I am, from behind the fence
We all saw it very clearly, Mr. referee, he dove, they didn't touch him
And we came from so far to cheer, papers in our hands
For you to steal our illusion like this
Mr. referee, it wasn't a penalty
We were enduring it with the ten, with courage, with bravery
And you call this madness, Mr. referee, leaving our souls cold
Because we came from so far, Mr. referee, papers in our hands
For you to make our hearts sad

Mr. referee, it wasn't a penalty
I don't want to tarnish your good name or insult your holy mother
But God knows you were wrong and the crowd is burning
And we came from so far, you know, Mr. referee, with flags in our hands
For you to make our hearts sad
Mr. referee, it wasn't a penalty.