Torero (Juan Roman Riquelme)

He's already starting to dribble
It hits me in the chest
A fine luxury of a champion
Goalies are shaking

The ball's in his control
Crying with emotion
Feeling the eternal magician
Setting up for the goal

Voices scream until they burst
Pure fantasy, captain's flower
If they dare to talk about miracles
Give the number ten to Juan Román

Bullfighter, you set my heart on fire
When you make the rivals dance
King of the mouth, blood of a champion
For your art, my drum sings

Dance, bullfighter, dance
With your dance, I sigh for God
Dance, bullfighter, dance
With your dance, it's a goal embrace

Voices scream until they burst
Pure fantasy, captain's flower
If they dare to talk about miracles
Give the number ten to Juan Román

Bullfighter, you set my heart on fire
When you make the rivals dance
King of the mouth, blood of a champion
For your art, my drum sings

For your art, they sing!