The streets of my childhood becomes my Wembley
Maradona come from other neighborhoods and Peles
the cup is a more grandiose roscón with gas
drop since the leather that my people are enjoying
Chorus:
Every Sunday
I am the kid in my neighborhood
two bricks, my campín
my bar, the neighborhood
The penalty for my soul, is not on Sunday
Gambeta to me from sorrows and goleando
the Champions League next to my neighborhood is a little thing
my people rises when the ball rolls
Chorus:
Every Sunday
I am the kid in my neighborhood
two bricks, my campín
my bar, the neighbo.