A Vos

To you, who as a little kid with your old man
The rain messed up your hair on the pavement
To you, whose hoarseness turned into tears
Screaming that last-minute goal
To you, who cut up little pieces of paper
And dug into your pocket for a firecracker
To you, arrogant with dreams
Consistent in good times and bad
Today we sing for you
To the fan of the best crowd
Naaa f***ing hell,
Naaa f***ing hell

Anonymous craftsman of rags
Tester of verses and emotions
Tenor of joy behind the goal
Creator of tricolor watercolors
Firm mast of the jersey
Foundation and bastion of a thousand passions

To you, defying colds
You stand strong in the park during winters
To you, drawing shields
You colored your notebooks blue and red
To you, between dreams and awake
You imagined nutmegs and victories

To you, arrogant with dreams
Consistent in good times and bad
Today we sing for you
To the fan of the best crowd
Naaa f***ing hell,
Naaa f***ing hell

Anonymous craftsman of rags
Tester of verses and emotions
Tenor of joy behind the goal
Creator of tricolor watercolors
Firm mast of the jersey
Foundation and bastion of a thousand passions
Naaa f***ing hell,
Naaa f***ing hell
Naaa f***ing hell,
Naaa f***ing hell.