Gol argentino [English translation]

For my white and bluesky jersey, America champion

For the legion of all those who raise their glory,

For those who left, for those who are now.

For that supporter who on Sundays

leaves in the football his sliced chest

when the crazy one of twelve sections

looks for the points of the illusion.

For the kid, for the paperboy

who behind the goal yells his verb

I leave this tango for the memory

as a goal of the heart.

The eleven lions of the Argentinian team

are in the field challenging the rival

The whistle sounds, and the enemy goalkeeper

seems to tremble of fear in the net.

The spherical dance, its crazy pirouette,

the fans are delirious heating in the sun.

And with guts and muscle thirsty of goal

five arrows go looking to score.

Suddenly a pass from the center

a wing cuts off crossing to the field

A quick one takes it, he dribbles a man,

the crowd is standing up

The wine begins, great whirlwind,

pass and dribble, and then a shoot

Goal!

Goal in the air, Argentinian goal

a champion is born in the creole way.

The football star shines in el Plata

It was born in a kid of shoeless feet

Of an unknown, of a tin neighborhood

That's why he's the suburb shooting in the team.

The world praises you, great champion

my white and bluesky immortal jersey.

Hooray for those cracks who honored you. Hooray!

Silence boys, for those who are gone.

• Artist:Edmundo Rivero