We sharpening knives, swords
if it doesn't pour, so let it flow
who's against us will break his neck
we have strong arms
and bodies of large caliber
only coach is ripe for a bypass
Hey, when we don't get a pile of gold
coach will come up and he's our dad
we'll take field to pieces, give some tequila and you wait until the next time
Hey, when we don't win, God bless your soul
masseur will come up and he's our mum
he can do even more; left, right and rips your lungs
Yeah, that man in the goal
will be beaten down
we're armed to the teeth
and according to local habits
prepare for criticism
turn jerseys upside down
Hey, when we don't get a pile of gold
coach will come up and he's our dad
we'll take field to pieces, give some tequila and you wait until the next time
Hey, when we don't win, God bless your soul
masseur will come up and he's our mum
he can do even more; left, right and rips your lungs