Pepe da Rosa - Sevillanas del Mundial 82 versuri traducere în engleză
Sevillanas of the 1982 World Cup
I think of some tricks if they worth
to win in the world cups.
To win in the world cups is necessary
to study well the rival whims
and observe it with lots of psychology
and once we know its mania
to let the adversary have it.
For example, if we play with the english,
who likes a lot the Jerez wine,
and even more the bullfighting,
to mess them, let El Cordobés sing to them
and they eat a bull tail.
With Netherlands and Germany there's no problem
that we can use the same system.
A party with Peret and La Polaca
a chickpea stew for dinner
and that's bull shit!
If we ever play with the russians,
these people are so cold!
These people are so cold and they need
to have lots of sun and melt them
to get them so suffocated of the heat,
because at Russia nobody is used to
because they only shiver there.
When the russian is too red
and we note that starts to be burned
we put him a food classily
four dishes of cod with potatos
and to sleep in Torremolinos.
On fast a couple of sangria jars
and a dish of lamb for lunch
let them get filled with gazpacho and I don't exaggerate
that when the russian is eating that way for three days
let's win two-zero!
We gotta give a good beating to Brazil
with partying.
To the carioca when he passes the customs
we'll put him in the dancing and party
not letting the fun stops for a moment
having him entertained until the morning
dancing sevillanas.
Let Julio Iglesias sing to them in brazilian,
Lola Flores dance to them a rumba,
Rocio Jurado invite them some oysters
and let them eat with lots of Riveiro wine
potato tortillas.
And on the day of the timely match
after the party their light breakfast
with favada and Madrid cocido
and take my word that to the brazilian team
we'll win two-one!
And later some finalist remains
ole... but I'm optimist!
For example, Argentina and Italy
we'll get the two of them sacked one morning!
With Japan we're better,
that in my opinion the japanese only beat us
in making radios.
We'll get the chinese filled with paella
and you'll see that they don't pant neither filled
And to the black africans I'd send them,
to see fresh flesh in bikini,
to sleep in Costa Brava.
As they say that all is valid in war,
these are personal machiavelisms
without lacking fineness and courtesy,
a bit of charm and wit
and we'll win the world cup!

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