La Del Futbol
ZOO Posse
The Football Girl
Running down the wing an armed gang
Armed by mafias, relaxed atmosphere
22 bastards lighting up the stands, the disgruntled crowd
Because the ball doesn't go in
The crowd went to the Roman circus
Real passion, devoted loyalty
Loneliness is not a tasty dish, brother
I'm an idiot but not a masochist
The crowd wants a goal, and a goal it will have
Clear dominance of the game and the ball
And you chose the wrong team
Always losing, Groundhog Day
I, who dreamed of being selected
To get in here, no grades are needed
How easy things look when you have such long surnames
You, who were told you were going to be a star!
You're left looking like an idiot
A rigged game and a predicted goal
They are lethal doses of opium
Stabs of the capital
And they've fried your brain
And the game never ends
Grab Juan Carlos; grab Felipe
And someone points to the moon
But we all look at the finger
He doesn't feel comfortable, he doesn't live peacefully
His Majesty is sad!
