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Gentlemen, I'm not a Boca fan
Nor bitter, nor from the Cyclone
Gentlemen, I'm from Racing
Even if you don't become champions

Gentlemen, I'm different
My blood has the color
The sky blue and white color
From the cradle to the grave

Academy of my life
I carry you in my heart
I would give you my life
Just to see you as champions