El Gladiador
Barón Rojo
The Gladiator
In a narrow room
of a neighboring house
there's a boy
finishing a ritual.
His gestures are precise
doing justice to the occasion
because it's three o'clock on a Sunday and he
is going to a mystical gathering.
When he leaves the gate
he walks with confidence
to meet his accomplice friends.
Grouped in formation
and with a new identity
he takes possession of the magical stadium.
Now he feels good
now he can shout
Oh football king, my lord,
may your will be done.
Intoxicated with power
that the crowd bestowed upon him
his aggressiveness overflows without feeling.
He doesn't stop to think
about the havoc he could cause
the avalanche that would be tragic today.
The level of his passion
depends on the score,
Oh football king my lord
grant the desired goal.
He is so happy to share that moment.
(Alone)
Finally, the offering is complete
The world is a big ball, entering until the net
Finally, tranquility has arrived
The heroes already salute a field standing.
He thinks he's a gladiator who in timeless combat
can be capable of dying or killing
His mission doesn't end when the final whistle blows
because there will always be another tournament.
The gladiator returns home and goes to bed without dinner
on Sunday he will go to a new battle.
Score, conquer, win...
