El Tipo de la Radio

I turned on the radio like in a ritual
Mysterious pagan and soccer fan
I crossed my fingers once again
For the colors of my love

My team entered today ready to kill
The world explodes and I'm dying
Through the speakers, I hear them coming in
Let my heart burst

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there

Behind the parapets of loneliness
Or the cold bars of a cell
Above the silence of the hospital
The gray cry of the commentator

He crosses the walls of reason
Stops time and bitterness
Like a distant light, that voice
That makes my country dream

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there

The messenger who broke his voice
Crying in a thousand impossible feats
Painted dribbles in my heart
With his masterful omen

From his words, I learned to wait
For some unexpected miracle
The old radio will shout again
The furious final goal

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there

I'm there
I know I'm not, but I'm there
If the radio guy tells me
I soar with each goal like a kite
I know I'm not, but I'm there