Here I start telling
reasons for a feeling
that can not be explained.
And that I do not give the type
of the fan who breaks legs
for defending his team.
To understand what happens
you must have cried inside
of the Calderón, which is my house.
or the Metropolitan,
where my grandfather cried
with my dad's hand.
What a way to endure,
what a way to grow,
what a way to feel,
what a way to dream,
what a way to learn,
what a way to suffer,
what a way to palm,
what a way to win,
what way to live,
What a way to get up and down the clouds,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Ufarte, Kiko, Juninho, Mouse, Ayala, Pantic, Heredia,
Antic, Levinha, Adelardo, Toni, Simeone,
Grifa, Pereira,
Peiró, Calleja, Ovejero,
such and such and such a head,
Zapatones de Hortaleza,
Ben Barek and Caminero,
Walk of the melancholy,
Manzanares how much I love you.
Dont ask me why
the rojiblancos colors
They go with my way of being.
Neither meringues nor browns ,,
I like stripes
mattresses scoundrels.
Look if I'm a mattress
What happened at Concha Espina?
how a stranger passes.
Like the Indian squatters
who camp with their flags
on the banks of the Pupas.
What a way to endure,
what a way to grow,
what a way to feel,
what a way to dream,
what a way to learn,
what a way to suffer,
what a way to palm,
what a way to win,
what a way to die,
What a way to play in the pelvis derby,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Solozábal, Súper López, Rivilla,
Santi, Jayo, Aguilera,
Vavá, Gárate, Mendoça, Futre,
Collar, front jack!
Despekan the dirty game
a pair of Lucio's eggs,
Ruben Cano's gambetas,
two big brother tits
and a little prince heir
little mattress heart.
For the Intercontinental
ask for the troop class
another Recopa at the bar.
Nor lose the papers
I do not change for my Neptune
your catwalk Cibeles.
Becoming one hundred years old
and you are younger than the child
that gallops on the bands.
And the hobby by your side
because she is addicted to poison
of the poisoned ball.
What a way to endure,
what a way to grow,
what a way to feel,
what a way to dream,
what a way to learn,
what a way to suffer,
what a way to palm,
what a way to win,
what way to live,
With money and without money we are the first,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Atlético de Aviación, which is a
a century of flight hours
two years in the toilet after a double
touching the sky,
flying to the attic,
crying in the corners,
going down to the sewer,
caressing balls,
infarct on the riverbank
of the Manzanares the hearts.
What a way to endure,
what a way to grow,
what a way to feel,
what a way to dream,
what a way to learn,
what a way to suffer,
what a way to palm,
what a way to win,
what a way to die,
What a way to get up and down the clouds,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
What a way to travel to glory shouting,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
What a way to say happy birthday
and toast for my Atleti de Madrid!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)