Partido a Partido (part. Joaquín Sabina)

Although there is barely a pothole next to the Manzanares
And traffic jams in the boulevards of my heart
The prophets of yesteryear
Are seagulls with broken wings dying of thirst
Cats without boots

The shipwrecks climb to the balcony of loneliness
Badly wounded from so much rowing against the hurricane
On Neptune's throne where there is no room
For those who don't know how to dream match by match

Don't talk to me about resisting
It's my Atleti from Madrid
Don't come to me with complaints
I'm talking about surviving

And keep conquering mountains
And keep climbing stairs
In injury time, dribbling the future
And win and win and win
And win and win again
Match by match
Match by match

Don't talk to me about resisting
It's my Atleti from Madrid
Don't come to me with complaints
I'm talking about surviving

And keep conquering mountains
And keep climbing stairs
In injury time, dribbling the future
And win and win and win
And win and win again
Match by match
Match by match