Las Paces

There will be no clothes to replace shirts
When the flags of the clubs are lowered
If other faces are reflected on your face
The cement turns into flesh in crowds

Whether it was my father, a brother, a friend
Or maybe the result of a match
Of this sweet and sour that takes care
Of the future of another aimless Monday

But you, who are my childhood friend
We grew up in fields and vacant lots
From Patricios to Boedo, ignorance
Placed bombs in the middle of the road

How many times I have endured your teasing
How many times I was the executioner of your lament
To then celebrate with laughter
In a friendship hug that is a monument

May there be crows, may there also be burners
Red devils who go to the academy
May there be temples, Bombonera, henhouses
And may this pandemic end once and for all

Streams in the Independence Park
Fresh water from Tatengue to Sabalero
A refuge when the storm looms
Be a forest for Pinchas and Triperos

May there be ports that welcome pirates
And workshops for the glory of the human
May the support no longer be for money
And may our hands always rise clean

May it be so for all teams
May it be so for all fans
Cry laughs, laugh cries, shout
May sweat not be spilled blood

May innocence always shine in my eyes
Let's all enjoy the game together
May folklore not be an anthem to violence
May the rival not become an enemy

If there were just ones who embraced a cause
If there were Ringos who embraced Bambinos
May the euphoria turn into calm on a field
The enemy is the invader, not the neighbor

But you, who are my childhood friend
We grew up in fields and vacant lots
From Patricios to Boedo, ignorance
Placed bombs in the middle of the road

How many times I have endured your teasing
How many times I was the executioner of your lament
To then celebrate with laughter
In a friendship hug that is a monument