El Crack
Los Miserables
The Star Player
Childhood dreams of scoring a goal in a full stadium someday
Dodging the goalkeeper
At home, sometimes there was no bread, sometimes there was no tea
And I never stop dreaming of one day becoming a star
Childhood dreams, neighborhood pickup games, dirty faces, sweat, and mud
Childhood dreams, neighborhood pickup games, dirty faces, sweat and mud, sweat and mud
Broken shoes, dirty faces, and mom's scolding
But it's nice to play and imagine in his mind
That the streets are stadiums and bullets are confetti
Sirens were chants and a goal drowned out the tears
Childhood games, memories of the neighborhood, dirty faces, sweat, and mud
Childhood games, memories of the neighborhood, dirty faces, sweat and mud, sweat and mud
Childhood dreams of scoring a great goal in life someday
And finding a way out, just an illusion that fate bends
And the dreams of a child who became a star
Childhood dreams, neighborhood pickup games, dirty faces, sweat and mud, sweat and mud
Childhood games, memories of the neighborhood, dirty faces, sweat and mud
Sweat and mud, sweat and mud, sweat and mud
