El Viejo
La banda vino re loca, Porque te vino a alentar
Ya no me importa una mierda si vos perdes si vos ganas.
Te seguimo a todas partes, te queremos ver campeón.
Tomando un litro de vino, fumando porro yo voy con vos.
La banda va caminando por ricaldoni hacia el centenario.
Si el bolso pide custodia, no aguanta porque es cagón.
Te pido que no te borres, no tires piedras toda tu vida,
porque cuando ves al manya, comienza tu maratón.
Bolso gallina adonde vas, sos cagon.
Yo se muy bien que no queres mirar atrás.
Ya te matamos a posadas, un bolso puto nunca lo vinistes a vengar.
Oh carbonero carbone. Oh carbonero carbone.
The Old Man
The band came really crazy, Because they came to cheer you on
I don't give a shit anymore if you lose or if you win
We follow you everywhere, we want to see you as champion
Drinking a liter of wine, smoking weed, I go with you
The band is walking down Ricaldoni towards the Centenario
If the 'bolso' asks for protection, he can't handle it because he's a coward
I ask you not to disappear, don't throw stones all your life
because when you see the 'manya', your marathon begins
'Bolso' chicken where are you going, you're a coward
I know very well that you don't want to look back
We already killed you in Posadas, a 'bolso' coward you never came to avenge
Oh carbonero carbone. Oh carbonero carbone.