Kubala [English translation]

Pele was Pele. And Maradona is one and enough

Di Stéfano was a well of tricks

Honor and glory to who made shine the sun

of our football of everyday

They all have their merits, each to his own

But for me there's nobody like Kubala

I beg you respectable silence

To make a resume for those who never enjoyed him.

He stops it with the head, he puts it down with the chest

And sleeps it with the left foot

And crosses the middle field with the ball

Attached to the boot.

He dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area

Fighting over the ball

He hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass

And back heels it

He pees on the central with a yours-and-mine

With dedicatory

And shoots it just to put it

On the way to glory

Long live the knowledge and the joy of the game

Decorated with a bit of fantasy

Football in colors, gourmet bite,

Crochet lace, a delight

When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest

When he sleeps it with the left foot

When he crosses the middle field with the ball

Attached to the boot.

When he dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area

Fighting over the ball

And he hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass

And back heels it

And he pees on the central with a yours-and-mine

With dedicatory

And shoots it just to put it

On the way to glory

Let me gloss the glory of those facts

As the Greeks did years before

With the joy of who played with him

And has his picture in his wallet

When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest

And he sleeps it with the left foot