Текст и перевод песни Play69 - Champions League

Champions League

Me puse esta canción antes de que comenzara
En el vestuario previo a que el entrenador diera su charla
La pizarra señala cada jugada
Un trago de agua, subo mis medias, zapas apretadas

Me comulgo ya que debe ser como unión
Aunque no crea en la comunión creo dar puntos en comunio
El equipo y yo; yo y el equipo seremos uno
Si tienes un problema pues lo asumo

Subo las escaleras que dan paso al campo
Escucho el canto de la grada, el himno argrada a los que animan tanto
Saludo y sonrió al rival, se que millones se ojos nos miran
Al que gana admiran y al que pierde olvidaran

Es mi responsabilidad, tengo el brazal capitan
Y a la capital con expectativas
Hay un fuego artificial, suena el pitido inicial
Rueda el balón por verdes millas

Una victoria te pone entre los mejores de la historia
¡Oh! La liga de campeones
De eliminatorias pasan damas que fueron peones
Fuera de casa hay remontadas que valen el doble

Fútbol, vida, gloria, sangre, barro, lluvia, esfuerzo, alarde,
Botas, cami, escudo y carne; voy a dejarme la voz
Con sudor, césped, grada aplaude, quiebros, robos, pases al pie
Regates, remates, rebátelo con un gol si dice

Fútbol, vida, gloria, sangre, barro, lluvia, esfuerzo, alarde
Botas, cami, escudo y carne; voy a dejarme la voz
Con sudor, césped, grada aplaude, quiebros, robos, pases al pie
Regates, remates, rebátelo con un gol si dice

Veras jugar aquí jugar a los más grandes
Lo primero es clasificarme
Pasar de fase de grupos y eliminarles
Como Robin Van Persie si apunta, el cañón del Arsenal va a darles

¡Boom! Si llevamos la cami del Bayern
Recordamos los triunfos de ayer se Beckenbauer
Fútbol 24 horas es un after hour que no cierra
Los goles se celebran con un baile

Hay heridas que duelan y no suturan
Messi contra Boateng 3 semanas se rutura, partiose la rótula
Thuram defiende, Nedved la mueve, Del Piero apura
Fabio Capello otro éxito acumula

Y aunque juegue atrás anoto como Koeman
Sergio Ramos sube, pero sube al cielo y ahí no hay quien lo cubra
Cuando escribo hago que ocurra, el boli curra
Soy la curva del balón si Giggs le pega con la zurda

Es otro gol que narro y coreo
Yo vi a Fernando Hierro sacar de sus manos amañados los sorteos
El Atleti siempre fue equipo internacional,
Que sin ganar la Champions ha lograo una Interconinental

Fútbol, vida, gloria, sangre, barro, lluvia, esfuerzo, alarde
Botas, cami, escudo y carne; voy a dejarme la voz
Con sudor, césped, grada aplaude, quiebros, robos, pases al pie
Regates, remates, rebátelo con un gol si dice

Fútbol, vida, gloria, sangre, barro, lluvia, esfuerzo, alarde,
Botas, cami, escudo y carne; voy a dejarme la voz
Con sudor, césped, grada aplaude, quiebros, robos, pases al pie
Regates, remates, rebátelo con un gol si dice

Se que yo no soy Freddie Mercury, ni que esto es Queen
Yo soy Plaf, en un track, con un rap de la Champions League
Esto no es swag, es swim
El de Hazard en Chelsea o en Manchester City de Bruyne

Un último sprint que me haga llegar,
El cuerpo de David Luiz, Luis Suarez bien ya lo sabe atravesar
Hay finales que duelen exagerar
La del Milan contra el Liverpool tu-vo de líder a Steven Gerrard

Es recibir y dar, no olvido a mis seguidores
En América la réplica está en la Libertadores
Para ellos mis bendiciones, pa' el tema el taconazo
Le hizo Redondo un combo al rombo, que había en Old Trafford

¿Hay casos que te condicionan?
Como las veces que coló de robote un gol Deco en el Barcelona
Decepcionan directivas, pero vi cosas peores,
La prensa directiva, el chiringuito de jugones.
Y aun así no evitan que esto me emocione y me haga ver la luz
Kaká celebró en 2007: "I belong to Jesus",
"¿Como no te voy a querer?", le dije al fútbol,
Europa conquistada en 3 minutos, 50 segundos

Champions League

I put this song on before it started
In the locker room before the coach gave his speech
The board points out each play
A sip of water, I pull up my socks, shoes tight

I take communion because it must be like union
Although you don't believe in communion, I think I give points in fantasy football
The team and I; you and the team will be one
If you have a problem, I'll take care of it

I climb the stairs that lead to the field
I listen to the singing of the stands, the anthem pleases those who cheer so much
I greet and smile at my rival, I know millions of eyes are watching us
They admire the winner and forget the loser

It's my responsibility, I have the captain's armband
And to the capital with expectations
There's fireworks, the initial whistle blows
The ball rolls for green miles

A victory puts you among the best in history
Oh! The Champions League
From the knockout stages come ladies who were pawns
Away from home, there are comebacks that are worth double

Football, life, glory, blood, mud, rain, effort, boast,
Boots, jersey, shield, and flesh; I'm going to leave my voice
With sweat, grass, the crowd applauds, dribbling, steals, passes to the feet
Dribbling, shots, counter it with a goal if it says

Football, life, glory, blood, mud, rain, effort, boast
Boots, jersey, shield, and flesh; I'm going to leave my voice
With sweat, grass, the crowd applauds, dribbling, steals, passes to the feet
Dribbling, shots, counter it with a goal if it says

You'll see the greatest play here
The first thing is to qualify
Pass the group stage and eliminate them
Like Robin Van Persie if he aims, the Arsenal cannon will hit them

Boom! If we wear the Bayern jersey
We remember Beckenbauer's triumphs of yesterday
24-hour football is an after-hours that doesn't close
Goals are celebrated with a dance

There are wounds that hurt and don't heal
Messi against Boateng, three weeks of rupture, kneecap split
Thuram defends, Nedved moves it, Del Piero presses
Fabio Capello accumulates another success

And even though I play in the back, I score like Koeman
Sergio Ramos goes up, but he goes up to heaven and there's no one to cover him there
When I write I make it happen, the pen works
I am the curve of the ball if Giggs hits it with his left foot

It's another goal I narrate and cheer
I saw Fernando Hierro take rigged draws out of his hands
Atleti has always been an international team,
That without winning the Champions League has achieved an Intercontinental

Football, life, glory, blood, mud, rain, effort, boast
Boots, jersey, shield, and flesh; I'm going to leave my voice
With sweat, grass, the crowd applauds, dribbling, steals, passes to the feet
Dribbling, shots, counter it with a goal if it says

Football, life, glory, blood, mud, rain, effort, boast,
Boots, jersey, shield, and flesh; I'm going to leave my voice
With sweat, grass, the crowd applauds, dribbling, steals, passes to the feet
Dribbling, shots, counter it with a goal if it says

I know I'm not Freddie Mercury, nor is this Queen
I'm Plaf, on a track, with a Champions League rap
This is not swag, it's swim
Hazard's at Chelsea or De Bruyne's at Manchester City

One last sprint to get me there,
David Luiz's body, Luis Suarez already knows how to get through it
There are finals that hurt to exaggerate
Milan's against Liverpool was led by Steven Gerrard

It's about giving and receiving, I don't forget my followers
In America the replica is in the Libertadores
For them my blessings, for the theme the heel
Redondo did a combo to the chump who was at Old Trafford

Are there cases that condition you?
Like the times Deco snuck in a robot goal at Barcelona
Directives disappoint, but I saw worse things,
The directive press, the players' beach bar.
And even so, they don't stop this from exciting me and making me see the light
Kaká celebrated in 2007: "I belong to Jesus",
"How can I not love you?", I said to football,
Europe conquered in 3 minutes, 50 seconds