El sueño del pibe

There was a knock at the door of the humble house,
the voice of the letter carrier was heard very clearly,
and the little boy running with all his eagerness
the little white dog unintentionally stepped on.

'Mamita, mamita' he approached shouting;
the mother left the pool in a strange way.
and the boy said laughing and crying:
'The club sent me the summons today.'

Mommy dearest,
I will earn money,
I'll be a Baldonedo,
a Martino, a Boyé;
say the boys
of Oeste Argentino
that I have a better shot
than the great Bernabé.
You will see how nice it is
when out there on the field
my goals are applauded;
I will be a winner.
I will play in the fifth
then in the first division,
I know that the consecration
the consecration

The boy was sleeping and had that night
the most beautiful dream he could have;
The stadium full, glorious Sunday
at last they were going to see him in the first division.

With one minute to go, the score was 0-0;
he took the ball, serene in his action,
he took the ball, serene in his action, dribbling over everybody
and with a strong shot he broke the scoreboard.