Che Bostero

They are the bastards from Racing
Those who run through Avellaneda
They are the bastards from Boca
Those who run through La Bombonera
They are the bastards from River
Those who run through Alsina street
They are the bastards from Cuervo
Those who run with the police

Hey Bostero, don't bother me oh oh
Argentina has only one king of cups oh oh
Who will forever be called Independiente
And not the company
White and sky blue
And not the company
White and sky blue