Eso es San Lorenzo

boedo, neighborhood, circle and big shot
painted blue and red the heart
boedo with so much murga at will,
a saint who became a killer
a cyclone that stirs the air of the place
a dirty-faced gaucho like you
the stands filled with memories
they come to cheer on the great champion

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history,
a century of glory

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history,
a century of glory

gasometer rocked by rock and roll,
craziness that takes away our reason
we sing because we're going to win,
if we lose we're going to sing anyway
we have a big dream to fulfill
your people deserve the illusion
we have to win the cup
to all go together to Japan

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history,
a century of glory

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history,
a century of glory

boedo, neighborhood and big shot
painted blue and red the heart
boedo with so much murga at will
a saint who became a killer

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history
a century of glory

that's San Lorenzo,
pure feeling
ehundred years of history,
a century of glory

that's San Lorenzoooo. (huooooo)
that's San Lorenzoooo. (huooooo)