El Sueño Del Pibe
Golpearon la puerta de la humilde casa
La voz del cartero muy clara se oyó
Y el pibe corriendo con todas sus ansias
Al perrito blanco sin querer piso
Mamita, mamita — se acerco gritando
La madre extrañada dejó el piletón
Y el pibe le dijo riendo y llorando
El club me ha mandado hoy la citacion
Mamita querida
Ganare dinero
Sere un Baldonedo
Un Martino o un Boye
Dicen los muchachos
Del oeste Argentino
Que tengo mas tiro
Que el gran Bernabe
Vas a ver que lindo
Cuando alla¡ en la cancha
Mis goles aplaudan
Sere un triunfador
Jugare en la quinta
Despues en primera
Yo se que me espera
La consagracion
Dormia el muchacho
Y tuvo esa noche
El sueño mas lindo
Que pudo tener
El estadio lleno
Glorioso domingo
Por fin en primera
Lo iban a ver
Faltando un minuto estan cero a cero
Tomo la pelota, sereno en su acción
Gambeteando a todos se enfrento al arquero
Y con fuerte tiro quebro el marcador
The Dream of the Kid
They knocked on the door of the humble house
The voice of the mailman was heard very clearly
And the kid running with all his desires
Accidentally stepped on the white puppy
Mommy, mommy — he approached shouting
The mother, surprised, left the laundry tub
And the kid said to her, laughing and crying
Today the club has sent me the summons
Beloved mommy
I will earn money
I will be a Baldonedo
A Martino or a Boye
The boys say
From the Argentine west
That I have a better shot
Than the great Bernabe
You'll see how nice
When there in the field
My goals are applauded
I will be a winner
I will play in the fifth division
Then in the first division
I know that consecration awaits me
The boy was sleeping
And that night he had
The most beautiful dream
He could have
The stadium full
Glorious Sunday
Finally in the first division
They were going to see him
With one minute left, it's still tied at zero
He took the ball, calm in his action
Dribbling past everyone, he faced the goalkeeper
And with a strong shot, he broke the score