Arabic → English transcript

Dance with the girl and the blond boy, dance with your children,

your kids and your grandkids. They adore colors,

they write and they love the names that followed since the sixties.

It is Luis Suárez, it is Johan Cruyff, after him Maradona, after him Romário.

After him Rivaldo, after him Ronaldinho, and after him Leo Messi,

they were Brazilian names.

Now they have returned to the Argentine era,

they have returned to the Greek era, the era of philosophers and creators.

The era of tricksters, the era of artists. What can I say? Lower the volume,

you do not need commentary.

Do not talk to the Arabs more than they can bear. Let them interpret,

let them analyze. Let them comment, let them speak, let them share the

words with you, do not be selfish, you commentator, let them join you in expressing

the genius. Please, let us not be fanatical, Madridistas, Bilbao fans,

Valencia fans, Atlético fans, Arsenal fans, Man United fans,

Bavarians, Milan fans, Inter fans, Juventus fans.

Of course the words will not come out right,

they are not correct, it is not the language of Dhad. You have driven me crazy,

Messi, you have made me lose my mind, Leo, you have blown my mind, son of…

Argentina four to one with a super hat- trick

He scored four goals in the Champions League,

he scored four goals against Arsenal

What can I even say?

I will not say anything because I have not found that word,

grant me until the World Cup, If God grants me

the chance to live these months, oh Messi, I will find you a title,

I will find you a title, oh son of Argentina

Between you and me it is a bet,

between you and me it is a challenge,

I will find it and succeed at it, God willing,

I will look for a name for you, and by God,

even if I have to review the Hieroglyphic language and the Phoenician language,

and the Assyrian language and the Babylonian language, and the Cuneiform language,

I will find a word for you,

I will find an expression for you, I will find a title for you,

oh player without a title, without colors, without names, oh Leo, oh my

son, oh Messi