We're sharpening knives, swords
if it doesn't drip, then let it flow
who's against us is breaking his neck
we've got strong arms
and high-calibre bodies
just our coach's ready for a bypass surgery
Hey, if we're not getting a pile of gold
our coach's coming, and that's our dad
we'll break the rink down to pieces, put them into tequila and you'll see the next time
Hey, if we don't win, may God be with you
the masseur's coming, and that's our mom
he can do even more; left, right, and your lungs are torn apart
Yeah, the guy in the goal
is no obstacle for us
we're armed to the teeth
and according to local traditions
prepare for criticism
put our jerseys on upside down
Hey, if we're not getting a pile of gold
then the coach's coming, and that's our dad
we'll break the rink down to pieces, put them into tequila and you'll see the next time
Hey, if we don't win, may God be with you
then the masseur's coming, and that's our mom
he can do even more; left, right, and your lungs are torn apart