25 Estrellas De Oro
Los Twist
25 Golden Stars
From Boca's field
To Luna Park
The youth is chanting
For nothing, but early
Better a bird in hand
Than an idiot who won't vote
The square is packed
Not even a pin fits
La Bombonera is burning
And as Sarmiento said:
The masons on bicycles
And the radicals on foot.
There goes with his scooter
And his gray cap
He's going to see 'Evita' opera
And in the sidecar go the twists
And in the sidecar go the twists.
My general, don't go
My general has already left
Naso, naso, naso, naso, naso, naso
The whip is coming
The boots to the barracks
And Juan Domingo to power.
For that great Argentine
Who knew how to conquer
The great mass of the people
Fighting against capital
We go from home to work
And from work to home.
Roma, Silvero, Marzolini,
Simeone, Rattin, Menendez,
Rojas, Rojitas, Pianetti,
Alfonsin, Brizuela Mendez,
Alfonsin, Brizuela Mendez.
25 golden stars
Comrades to the balcony
In the street, only one shout
The twists, Gardel, and Peron!
