Estado Popular Del Alma

Good afternoon everyone
I appreciate you deciding to witness this act
Um... The first thing I would like to say is that it's not easy
Uh, to choose a topic when, uh
The audience that participates doesn't exclusively respond
To a segment of the specialty that brings us together, which is soccer, right?

Irremediable and popular passion
That time passes and doesn't go away (whoa!)
Strong but legal drug
That takes away sadness or drowsiness
And wanders between weekdays or Sunday to revive

Stadium full and the crowd shouts
Leave everything or better yet, invite
Every ball fiercely, that's the dolce vita
And a way to understand it in the two hours we avoid

Soccer and nothing else, but nothing less
Who doesn't feel it, doesn't understand it, even if they're a genius
I inherited it from my old man, a good man
A fan of Don Alfonso Senior's team, sir, damn!

It's not just a game
Superstitions, tactics, and prayers come into play
Sometimes a truce with everything and business, but
If it's about playing for mom like Diego

Another kid chasing the dream
Escape the factory, run away and not come back
Fulfill the promise I made to them as a child
And be able to invite them to what's on the table (whoa!)

Play because there's nothing left (whoa!)
The ball always with the number ten
It's like writing, like praying
Or doing with your hands what you didn't do with your feet

Kick the ball because it's going to end
Play because that's all we have left
If you don't know how to lose, you have to win
And to win, you have to play with your head

Kick the ball because it's going to end
Play because that's all we have left
If you don't know how to lose, you have to win
And be able to invite them to what's on the table

No, no
It's not just a game
No, no
It's not just a game
No, no
It's not just a game
And not a war either, but aim and

Simply, soccer, not feeling alone
Corinthian Democracy and Socrates
Carlos Caszely, Colo Colo's historic player
Refusing to greet dictator Pinochet

Free Palestine shouts Raja Casablanca
Rebellion against the regime by Union Berlin
Rayo Vallecano, its working-class and anarchist history
Stopping the war, Drogba in Ivory Coast

God's gift to forget
And remove that burden I carried or at least a part of it
Louvre painting, I learned it in a corner
Hours at work, I'm talking about art

Architecture on Mars, writing like this, yes
Champagne on paper
Doing it even if it means some patch goes sour
Ready for extra time but not to lose

I am: All conflicted, the kid in Montpellier (that's me too)
Sometimes for the feat like Schiaffino
Riquelme in the neighborhood
Zizou with the national team and if not, Johan Cruyff smoking in the locker room (whoa!)

Play because there's nothing left (whoa!)
The ball always with the number ten
It's like writing, like praying
Or doing with your hands what you didn't do with your feet

Kick the ball because it's going to end
Play because that's all we have left
If you don't know how to lose, you have to win
And to win, you have to play with your head

Kick the ball because it's going to end
Play because that's all we have left
If you don't know how to lose, you have to win
And be able to invite them to what's on the table