Partido a Partido (part. Joaquín Sabina)
Aunque apenas queda un socavón junto al Manzanares
Y atascos en los bulevares de mi corazón
Los profetas de anteayer
Son gaviotas de alas rotas muertas de sed
Gatos sin botas
Al balcón de la soledad, trepan los náufragos
Malheridos de tanto remar contra el huracán
En el trono de Neptuno, donde no cabe ninguno
Que no sepa soñar partido a partido
No me habléis de resistir
Es mi Atleti de Madrid
No me vengan con lamentos
Hablo de sobrevivir
Y seguir coronando montañas
Y seguir conquistando escaleras
En el tiempo de descuento, regateando al porvenir
Y ganar y ganar y ganar
Y ganar y volver a ganar
Partido a partido
Partido a partido
No me habléis de resistir
Es mi Atleti de Madrid
No me vengan con lamentos
Hablo de sobrevivir
Y seguir coronando montañas
Y seguir conquistando escaleras
En el tiempo de descuento, regateando al porvenir
Y ganar y ganar y ganar
Y ganar y volver a ganar
Partido a partido
Partido a partido
Partido a partido
Match by Match (feat. Joaquín Sabina)
Although there is barely a pothole next to the Manzanares
And traffic jams in the boulevards of my heart
The prophets of yesteryear
Are seagulls with broken wings dying of thirst
Cats without boots
The shipwrecks climb to the balcony of loneliness
Badly wounded from so much rowing against the hurricane
On Neptune's throne where there is no room
For those who don't know how to dream match by match
Don't talk to me about resisting
It's my Atleti from Madrid
Don't come to me with complaints
I'm talking about surviving
And keep conquering mountains
And keep climbing stairs
In injury time, dribbling the future
And win and win and win
And win and win again
Match by match
Match by match
Don't talk to me about resisting
It's my Atleti from Madrid
Don't come to me with complaints
I'm talking about surviving
And keep conquering mountains
And keep climbing stairs
In injury time, dribbling the future
And win and win and win
And win and win again
Match by match
Match by match
Escrita por: Joaquín Sabina, Leiva