The march of the lonely great goal

La marcha del golazo solitario

Born under the sign of the ball So much love is needed... LOVE !! Infinite loves Hearts that receive: MONK !! My goodness A chip shot What a cannon shot Ball Fear Pleasure Pain We were born under the sign of the ball, Of the ball Disguising ourselves as what we cannot be And a thousand reasons to want more... Ball Pleasure Pain The march of the lonely great goalNacido bajo el signo del esférico Hace falta tanto amor... !! AMOR !! Amores infinitos Corazones que reciben: !! MONK !! Mama mía De emboquillada Que cañonazo Balón Temor Placer Dolor Nacimos bajo el signo del balón, Del esférico Disfrazándonos de lo que no podemos ser Y mil razones para querer más... Balón Placer Dolor La marcha del golazo solitario