El Julgador de La Pelota

There was a ball player
In Veracruz there was no other like him
People loved him and followed him
He was a hero of the town
He had no rival

He was so brave, skillful, and talented
What mysterious secret does he hide?
A curious little boy
Intrigued by his case approached and dared to ask

Tell me ball player
If there's a recipe to be a champion
Tell me, do you have pacts with the gods
Or very fast sandals? Why do you play so well?

Look, curious child, I'll explain my secret to you
It's because of the advice of a very wise friend
He's like a wizard, we call him the shaman
Look, while everyone is having fun, you have to make an effort and practice

Practicing would be my only secret
Practicing playing makes me a player
A good ball player plays
A lot of ball to be a good player

Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and nothing else
Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and la la la

Listen, child, in life there's always a small condition
Sometimes magical and silent
Sometimes dangerous and celestial
You must practice with the ball without
Making any noise, without even breathing

But why?
Shhhhh

Always silent, careful, and on tiptoes
Or else the gods will hear you

And why should I care?

If the gods know that you practice this
Game, everyone will come to the court to play
And like the gods, they will play like the
Gods, you won't have an alternative to win

Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and nothing else
Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and la la la

Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and nothing else
Simple, to be a champion and good, practicing is the recipe and la la la