La Del Futbol
Corre per la banda una banda armada
Armada per màfies, ambient distés
22 cabrons encenent la grada, la penya malhumorada
Perquè no entra el balonet
La multitud anava al circ romà
Passió real, fidelitat devota
La soledat no és plat de gust, germà
Soc gilipollas però no masoca
La multitud vol gol, i gol tindrà
Domini clar del joc i la pilota
I tu has triat l'equip equivocat
Sempre perdent, dia de la marmota
Jo, que em somiava seleccionat
Per entrar ací no cal nota
Que fàcil pinten les coses quan tens uns cognoms tan llargs
Tu, que et van dir vas a ser un crack!
T'has quedat amb cara d'idiota
Una partida amanyada i un gol cantat
Són dosis d'opi letal
Puntades del capital
I t'han fregit la neurona
I mai acaba el partit
Trinca Juan Carlos; trinca Felip
I algú assenyala la lluna
Però mirem tots al dit
No se sent a gust, no viu tranquil
Su majestad està trist!
The Football Girl
Running down the wing an armed gang
Armed by mafias, relaxed atmosphere
22 bastards lighting up the stands, the disgruntled crowd
Because the ball doesn't go in
The crowd went to the Roman circus
Real passion, devoted loyalty
Loneliness is not a tasty dish, brother
I'm an idiot but not a masochist
The crowd wants a goal, and a goal it will have
Clear dominance of the game and the ball
And you chose the wrong team
Always losing, Groundhog Day
I, who dreamed of being selected
To get in here, no grades are needed
How easy things look when you have such long surnames
You, who were told you were going to be a star!
You're left looking like an idiot
A rigged game and a predicted goal
They are lethal doses of opium
Stabs of the capital
And they've fried your brain
And the game never ends
Grab Juan Carlos; grab Felipe
And someone points to the moon
But we all look at the finger
He doesn't feel comfortable, he doesn't live peacefully
His Majesty is sad!