Hola, que tal amigos de #PukuMundo y de #hive, hoy estoy de nuevo participando, después de una semana de ausencia en las redes, con un tema que es bastante significativo para mí.

Hello, what's up #PukuMundo and #hive friends, today I'm participating again, after a week of absence on social networks, with a song that is quite meaningful to me.

Quienes me conocen, saben que mis más grandes pasiones (por no decir las unicas) son la música y el fútbol. Afortunadamente no soy el unico en el mundo en tener esta combinación de gustos, de hecho, creo que somos muchísimos.

Those who know me, know that my greatest passions (not to say the only ones) are music and football. Fortunately I am not the only one in the world to have this combination of tastes, in fact, I think there are a lot of us.

Que suerte para mí y para muchos habernos topado con este grupo español, y más aún, encontrar entre sus muchas canciones esta pieza, esta obra maestra que al escucharla me transporta automáticamente a la época en que entrenaba en el equipo local de fútbol, o a cuando jugaba futsal en la universidad, escucharla bien fuerte era parte fundamental de mi preparación antes de disputar un partido con cualquier equipo al que he pertenecido.

How lucky for me and for many others to have come across this Spanish group, and even luckier to find among their many songs this piece, this masterpiece that when I listen to it automatically takes me back to the time when I was training with the local football team, or when I played futsal at university, listening to it loudly was a fundamental part of my preparation before playing a match with any team I have ever belonged to.

Definitivamente, Baron Rojo ha descrito a la perfección el sentimiento de cualquier futbolista o futbolero, como yo, quien al entrar al campo de juego se transforma y es capaz de "morir o matar" en cada jugada, en cada partido, todo por nuestro rey, el fútbol!

Definitely, Baron Rojo has described to perfection the feeling of any footballer or footballer, like me, who when entering the field of play is transformed and is able to "die or kill" in every play, in every game, all for our king, football!

In a narrow room Of a tenement house There is a boy who Finishing a ritual His gestures have precision Honouring the occasion Because it's three o'clock On a Sunday and he He goes to a mystical meeting (Mark) When he comes out of the gate (Win) He marches with confidence (Win) To meet his accomplice friends (Mark) Grouped in formation (Winning) And with a new identity (Win) He takes possession of the magic stadium Now he feels good Now he can shout Oh, King Football, my lord Let your will be done (Score) Drunk with the power (Win) That the masses bestowed on him (Win) His aggression overflows without feeling (Check) You don't stop to meditate (Win) What can be provoked (Win) The avalanche that today would be tragic The degree of his passion Depends on the score Oh, king football, my lord Grant the longed-for goal He's so happy To share that moment (Goal!) The offering is consummated The world is one big ball Going all the way into the net At last the tranquility is here The heroes now salute To a field on its feet (Score) He thinks he's a gladiator (Winning) Who in timeless combat (Win) He may be able to die or to kill (Mark) He doesn't finish his mission (Win) When the final whistle blows (Win) For there will always be one more tournament (Score) The gladiator returns home (Winning) And he goes to bed without supper (Win) On Sunday he'll go to a new fight To score, to win, to win (Score, win, win)

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