Maradó

They say he escaped from a dream
In almost his best dribble
That he doesn't even respect dreams
So full of courage he goes
Without too much clothing
And without any mask

They say this lad escaped
From the dream of the faceless
Challenging the powerful
And attacking the most villainous
With no weapons in hand
But a number ten on his shirt

A shining ball falls from the sky
Everyone in the world sees
A perfect revenge at his feet
The whole country runs with him

The troops of his majesty fall
And the wealthy north of Italy falls
The Pope spins around, unable to explain
Biting the tongue of João Havelange

Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona

Rhinoplasty charges at anyone
Any lethal power player
Rhinoplasty, ivory horn
Philoplatino to burst

And the champagne they uncork today
Save the corks to make a boat
The river of hunger and thirst is coming
And there are no more goals to feed on

Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona

When the walls of this great city
Crumble to pieces
When there are no more ashes in the air
Of what will be
What will be?

And Diego continues, the best at what he does
If you were them, there wouldn't be so much mess
And the hustler goes down the slide
Goes up, laughing, ha

And he travels outside on a magic carpet
Carpet goes, privately a billion
Everyone dresses up for the occasion
And waits for some crumbs

Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona
Maradona, Maradona

When the walls of this great city
Crumble to pieces
When there are no more ashes in the air
Of what will be
What will be?

Maradona
Maradona
Maradona
Maradona

Maradona
Maradona
Maradona
Maradona