El Hincha
Como un perro defendía los colores del campeón.
En las tablas los domingos su presencia no faltó.
Pisando el caño enroscado en los trapos
los brazos arriba empujando el fervor.
Garganta caliente grita lo que siente
descarga emociones desde el corazón.
Cuántas noches en vela por ir en la punta.
Cuánto veneno paso por este lugar.
Cuando gritan los goles sabes
su locura se siente presente,
el alambrado guarda su lugar
para volver a alentar.
Dale dale campeón.
Corridas, movidas
que nunca faltaban,
Las piedras pasaban
te voy a matar.
Cayó sin respiro ni aliento
a su equipo
su alma quedaba
en aquella emboscada.
Sabes cuántos le dijeron
no vas a durar,
pero nada le importaba
iba al frente igual.
The Fan
Like a dog, he defended the champion's colors.
On the boards on Sundays, his presence was always there.
Stepping on the twisted pipe in the flags,
his arms up pushing the fervor.
Hot throat screams what it feels,
releasing emotions from the heart.
Many sleepless nights to be at the top.
How much poison passed through this place.
When they shout the goals, you know
their madness is felt,
the wire fence keeps their place
to come back and cheer.
Go, go champion.
Runs, moves
that were never missing,
The stones passed
'I'm going to kill you.'
He fell without breath or breath
to his team
his soul remained
in that ambush.
You know how many told him
you won't last,
but nothing mattered to him
he went forward anyway.