Kubala

In Pelé they were in Pelé
and Maradona one and enough.
Di Stéfano was a bit
of cunning.
Honor and glory to those
who have made the sun shine
in our daily football

Everyone has their merits;
each has their own,
but for me no one
like Kubala.

Please respect the silence,
for those who have not enjoyed it
I'll give you a hint:

He stops it with his head,
brings it down with his chest,
puts it to sleep with his left foot,

crosses the midfield
with the ball
stuck to his boot,

he leaves the steering wheel
and enters the penalty area
dribbling the ball,

he hides it with his body,
pushes with his butt
and gets out of the way.

He pisses off the defender
with a 'your mom'
with dedication,

and touches it just right
to put it on the
path to glory.

Long live the knowledge
and the joy of the game
adorned with a touch
of fantasy.
Football in colors,
a 'gourmet' bite,
a crochet tip,
a fine cane.

He stops it with his head,
brings it down with his chest,
puts it to sleep with his left foot,

crosses the midfield
with the ball
stuck to his boot,

he leaves the steering wheel
and enters the penalty area
dribbling the ball,

he hides it with his body,
pushes with his butt
and gets out of the way.

He pisses off the defender
with a 'your mom'
with dedication,

and touches it just right
to put it on the
path to glory.

Allow me to gloss
the glory of these deeds
as the Greeks did
years ago
with the joy of someone
who has played by their side
and carries their picture
in their wallet.

He stops it with his head,
brings it down with his chest,
puts it to sleep with his left foot.