(Letter of a different song to which they all put)
Here I start telling
reasons for a feeling
that can not be explained.
And that I do not give the type
of shaved and violent fan,
but that my team wins
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.
Ways to endure,
Ways to grow,
Way of living,
Ways to dream,
Ways to learn,
Ways to suffer,
Ways to palm,
Ways to win,
Ways to feel ...
What a way to get up and down the clouds,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Ufarte, Kiko, Juninho, Mouse, Ayala, Burgos, Heredia,
Antic, Levinha, Adelardo, Toni, Simeone,
Grifa, Pereira,
Peiró, Calleja, Ovejero,
Topping 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 get the stripes,
the ones with the mattresses.
Look, if I'm a mattress,
What happened at Concha Espina,
how a stranger passes.
Like the Indian squatters,
who camp with their flags,
in the, on the banks of the Pupas.
Ways to endure,
Ways to grow,
Way of living,
Ways to dream,
Ways to learn,
Ways to suffer,
Ways to palm,
Ways to win,
Ways to feel ...
What a way to play in the pelvis derby,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Solozábal, Súper López, Rivilla,
Santi, Jayo, Aguilera,
Vavá, Gárate, Mendoza, Futre,
Collar, front jack!
They clear the dirty game
a pair of Lucio's eggs,
Ruben Cano's gambes,
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 ball, of the poisoned ball.
Ways to endure,
Ways to grow,
Way of living,
Ways to dream,
Ways to learn,
Ways to suffer,
Ways to palm,
Ways to win,
Ways to die...
With portfolio and without money we are the first,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Atlético de Aviación, what passion,
a century of flight hours,
two years in the toilet after a double,
touching the sky,
flying to the attic,
fucked by the kidneys,
sunk in the sewer,
caressing balls,
they infarct on the riverbank
of the Manzanares the hearts.
Ways to endure,
Ways to grow,
Way of living,
Ways to dream,
Ways to learn,
Ways to suffer,
Ways to palm,
Ways to win,
Ways to die...
What a way to get up and down the clouds,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
With money and without money we are the first,
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
What a way to travel to glory screaming
Long live my Atleti de Madrid!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)