A keresés eredménye

The Dream of the Boy

They knocked on the door of the humble home
The voice of the mailman was heard clearly
And the boy running with all of his anxieties
He stepped on the little white dog by accident
 
Mommy, mommy -- he came closer yelling
The missed mother left the pool
And the boy said to her laughing and crying
Today the club has sent me the summons
 
Dear mommy
I will make money
I will be a Baldonedo
A Martino or a Boye
The boys say
Of Argentinian west
That I have more of a shot
Than the great Bernabe
 
You will see how beautiful
When there in the field
They applaud my goals
I will be a winner
I will play in the fifth
Then in the first
I know that it waits for me
The consecration